A resentful mother

Through the quiet of the night, she sits alone, 
Her heart heavy with a burden all her own. 
Her hands, once soft, now clenched in anger, 
Resentment burning, a silent danger. 

Her gaze falls on the photos on the wall, 
Reminders of a time when she had it all. 
A mother's love, so pure and true, 
Now tainted by the hurt she's been through. 

She longs to hold her child close once more, 
To mend the rift that widened to the core. 
But pride and pain keep them apart, 
A distance that weighs heavy on her heart. 

Yet still, beneath the anger and the tears,
A love so deep, it transcends the years. 
For though she may feel resentment's sting,
Her love for her child will forever cling. 

So she prays for healing, for a second chance, 
To mend the wounds, to break resentment's dance. 
For deep within her heart, there lies 
A love that never fades, never dies.