"Don't have any kids yourself"

My wife gave birth on Sunday morning to a baby girl, Lydia Mae.

If Lydia ever reads this poem, I hope she admires it, if she admires it, in a detached and impersonal sort of way.

About the title:  Am I wrong to think I detect a resigned contempt for the taste of the poetry reading public?  "Out of all the poems I've written, this slight one with the f-bombs is the one that'll be remembered. . . ." 

It turns out that it is the one that I know.  And I do admire it--mainly, the way it "deepens" in the concluding stanza.  But I have not followed the advice.