In shadows cast where love should bloom,
A daughter’s heart feels only gloom.
The words unsaid, the cold embrace,
A mother’s warmth, a distant place.

Each day a wound, each night a plea,
For tender touch, for empathy.
Yet silence reigns, and walls arise,
Between their hearts, beneath their skies.

In stolen glances, tears unshed,
She dreams of words she’s never said.
The love she craves, the pain she hides,
A daughter lost in aching tides.

But hope may spark, a fragile light,
To bridge the gap, to end the fight.
For even in the darkest night,
A mother’s love could set things right.