Mother: Lost Daughter — Summary

Celebrated like a feast, your arrival was. Gifts were given, many pictures were taken.

But then the coming years were all measured. Your grades were rated, your characters were corrected, your smiles were under valued.

O those days of comparison, As if you were here to compete the whole world, as if there were nothing left in you but to be better, While no one knew that you've lost in connection.

You lost your inner self, in order to serve their measures, of who and what you are supposedly, no matter how far you are from the reality.

O darling daughter, May you find your way home To whom you truly are, above the puzzles of your broken heart.

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The poem follows a daughter from the joy of her birth to the pressure that slowly takes over her life. It opens with a celebration: gifts, photographs, a feast. Then the tone shifts. Her grades are rated, her character corrected, her smiles undervalued. Growing up becomes a long series of measurements, as if she had to compete against the whole world.

The speaker, who seems to be a mother looking back (the title suggests this), sounds sorrowful and tender. She recognizes that in trying to meet everyone else's standards, the girl lost touch with herself, and no one noticed. The word "connection" suggests that what disappeared was her bond with her own inner self.

The final stanza turns to a wish. The speaker calls her "darling daughter" and hopes she will find her way home to who she truly is. The mood is quiet and regretful, but it ends on a gentle hope for healing.

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