A daughter often knows her mother’s mind
without a single word being spoken.
She feels the quiet sigh,
she sees the hidden worry,
she hears the silence louder than speech.
It is a bond that lives beyond language
a thread of love woven from years
of shared laughter,
shared tears,
and quiet moments that needed no sound.
A mother’s glance is a message,
her touch a story,
her pause a whole conversation.
And the daughter, with a heart tuned close,
understands it all.
This bond is not taught,
it is not written
it simply grows,
rooted deep in love,
blossoming in trust.
“When words fall short, love speaks.
And between mother and daughter, it is always heard.”
And in the end, let it be known:
it is not just a blessing,
it is a privilege
to have a daughter.
Category: Musings