A daughter's love can be complex,
Especially when the past interjects.
A mother absent from her youth,
Leaves scars that run deep, and truth,
Can be hard to find amidst the pain,
That lingers on like an unwelcome stain.

But still, she loves her mother dear,
Despite the fights and tears each year.
For in her heart, a part remains,
That longs to ease her mother's pains.
To heal the wounds that still persist,
And build a bond that can't be missed.

It's not an easy road to take,
For trust and understanding are at stake.
But love can conquer all, they say,
And so this daughter hopes and prays,
That someday soon, they'll find a way,
To mend the past and start anew today.

For though the fights may come and go,
And though the scars may never show,
The love between a mother and daughter,
Is a bond that time cannot slaughter.
And so, she'll keep on loving, strong,
Hoping that their hearts will one day belong.