precious...

you cry when things don't meet your expectations
but I realized it's because you, not unlike a child,
have not lain to rest your expectation for only the best in life,
bless your heart, may you remain in such a place,
unwilling to lower your standards, refusing acceptance of suffering,
nor have you yet come to consider the things you will not ever be or do:
oh how have we both I hope something still to learn!