In the quiet halls of our home,
Echoes of words unspoken lie,
A daughter’s heart, forever roaming,
Seeking warmth beneath a cold sky.

The space between, a widening sea,
Where love once anchored, now adrift,
A mother’s eyes, once bright and free,
Now shadowed by a growing rift.

Promises made in whispered dreams,
Lost in the echoes of the night,
Each tear a testament, it seems,
To battles fought without a fight.

Yet in the silence, hope may bloom,
A chance to mend what time has worn,
For even in the darkest gloom,
A bridge of understanding’s born.