The poem On Children by Khalil Gibran has a passage that lands with a thud.
From The Prophet (1923):
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness.
For even as He loves the arrow that flies, so He also loves the bow that is stable.
The reason I like it is it waives aside so many illlusions. The mythos of parenting with the mythic reality.
He is the first person who made me see the parent-child relationship clearly, perhaps properly.
Jubrān Khalīl Jubrān was a Lebanese-American poet and author of The Prophet. I think his words speak for themselves. He had a deep understanding of human nature.
There were no tricks in his poetry, just the compassionate truth written down and profound, and rich for that quality.