A Crown Awaits

I love you
Even though you seem not to deserve it

I forgive you
Even when you seem not to be contrite

I take you by the hand
Even when you perpetually seek independence

I nurture you
Though you seem to be all grown up

I believe in you
Though you give me much to doubt

I brave the odds
Even though not sure how they’ll even out

I’m certain there’s color in tomorrow
Though today’s all grayscale and sepia

After all the work and toiling
A crown awaits, I suppose