Daughter To Mother

By Sanskriti Jain

I wish I could have understood my mother,

I miss the days when I was much younger.

In the echo of your voice, I heard a storm,

And in my silence, I thought I’d kept warm.

But each word you said felt like a wall,

As if we both were standing, afraid to fall.

You spoke of love, but I saw only distance,

And every tear felt like a form of resistance.

We argued, we cried, we fought through the night,

And somehow, I could never make it right.

I failed to see the weight in your eyes,

The years of your own unspoken goodbyes.

I thought you were wrong, you thought I was cold,

But we were both just children, not yet grown old.

Now I wonder what the silence truly meant,

How much of your heart you never spent.

I wish I could go back, to understand more,

To find the love we lost, buried in the war.

But time has turned its unyielding page,

And I am no longer locked in that cage.

Still, I long for the days when I was young,

When understanding was a song unsung.

By Sanskriti Jain