For My Daughter: A Love That Waits
You slipped into silence, a shadow, a star,
drifting away though never too far.
A chasm of echoes, a space left unspoken,
a bond still unbroken though painfully open.
I called out your name in the hush of the night,
but healing walks slow—it hides from the light.
You carry your wounds, as I carry mine,
each scar a story, each silence a sign.
Mars came raging, Saturn stood tall,
teaching of patience, of love through it all.
Not every wound is meant to be chased,
some must be held, some must be faced.
So I stand in the quiet, a lighthouse, a flame,
holding the space, whispering your name.
No anger remains, no judgment, no chain,
only love—like the softest rain.
Take all the time, my love, take all you need,
I trust in your journey, I trust where it leads.
And when you are ready, when the storm clears,
I will be waiting—arms open, no fears.
No distance too wide, no silence too deep,
nothing to shatter, nothing to keep.
You are my daughter, my heart, my sea,
and always, forever—you are free.
I will always hold you in my heart and I wait with open arms until we meet again.
When We Meet Again
When we meet again, we won’t be the same,
Not the mother who wept, nor the child who blamed.
Time will have shaped us, fire refined,
Two souls once lost, now realigned.
The space between us, silent and vast,
Carried the lessons, the healing, the past.
We walked through shadows, we wandered alone,
Yet love was the thread that still led us home.
Mars burned away the words left unsaid,
Saturn rebuilt what grief had shed.
No longer bound by hurt or pride,
Only the truth, nothing to hide.
When we meet again, it will be with grace,
Eyes full of wisdom, hands that embrace.
Not who we were, but who we've become,
Two warriors rising, the battle undone.
Not a return, but a birth anew,
A love transformed, both fierce and true.
For through the storm, through loss, through pain,
We found ourselves—and each other again.
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