Mom,

In the shadows of our yesterdays,

Where pain and love intertwine,

I write these words to bridge the space

Between your heart and mine.

Through storms of harsh words spoken,

Through tears we both have shed,

I see now you were broken too,

Fighting fears I never read.

Remember when you held me close,

In hospital halls so white?

When you fed me, taught me, dressed me up,

Making dark days shine so bright?

Those precious moments scatter like stars

Across our troubled sky,

The birthday meals, the pretty clothes,

Your love that wouldn't die.

We're daughters both, imperfect souls,

Carrying wounds from different times,

You did your best with what you knew,

While I judged with words unkind.

Let's build anew from broken pieces,

Learn each other, day by day,

Not perfect friends, but something more:

Mother and daughter, finding our way.

My mother, my mirror, my strength divine,

Through years of love and pain we shine.

You shaped me with your hands so worn,

From your struggles, I was born

Into the woman I am today -

Strong, resilient, finding my way.

Who am I to judge your path?

When from your love, I learned to laugh.

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