Her daughter stands there, distant, closed,
With secrets layered, tightly posed.
Mom tries to reach, but words fall flat,
A dance they do, yet never chat.
She remembers a time, soft and small,
When trust was easy, the world felt small.
Now her daughter's grown, fierce and free,
With thoughts like rivers Mom can't see.
"What happened to us?" she wants to say,
But each time she tries, it slips away.
She hears the music, the new friends' names,
But none of it fits, nothing the same.
She buys her things, gives advice and care,
But feels her daughter drift—somewhere.
An ache in her heart, deep and wide,
A mother's love, held silent inside.
Maybe one day, the wall will bend,
And mother and daughter find a friend.
For now, she waits, hands open, still—
A love that endures, against her will.
