In a world where love should abound,
A mother's heart remains cold and bound.
Her daughter yearns for a gentle touch,
But all she's met with is disdain and such.

The love she craves is never given,
A mother's heart that remains unforgiven.
She longs for warmth, a tender kiss,
But all she's left with is emptiness.

But in her heart, a fire ignites,
A will to rise above the slights.
She knows she's worthy of love's grace,
And in her strength, she finds her place.

For a mother's love may come and go,
But a daughter's spirit will always grow.
She'll find the love she knows she's worth.
© MeganWolf