Starlit Yearnings: A Daughter's Tale

In the quiet corners of her soul, she sighs, A girl in need of a mother's embrace, Longing for arms to comfort her as she sobs, Yearning for love that's magical, consoling and much. She gazes at the stars with aching eyes, Hoping for guidance from heaven above, Where stars whisper secrets, Through moonlit paths, Seeking wisdom in the darkest night. She craves the soothing voice that calms her fears. Through trials fierce, her mother's love appears, A steadfast guide, through every twist and turn, Tight embrace, with tenderness to affirm, In serene moments, she yearns for a mother's embrace, A sanctuary of warmth, a haven so sweet, A love unwavering, a constant grace, To lift her soul when life feels incomplete. She paints her world with hues of hope and yearning, An idol of love and protection, For in her heart's core, the flame keeps burning, A timeless ache for maternal comfort. As tears traced a path down her tender cheek, An elder with wisdom, her walking stick in tow, Whispered of moons, cycles, nature's mystique, And handed her a tampon for the ebb and flow. The little one's sorrow met a soothing breeze, A smile graced her lips, a bloom so fine, In that gentle exchange, a moment to seize, A passage through tears to a world divine.