In days of youth, I longed for tender bliss,

A mother's arms to cradle and console,

But now, beyond the years of childhood's kiss,

I've shed the need for such a gentle role.

 

No more shall I be swayed by false display,

Those women who feign love to learn my tale,

Then cast me off, my trust they do betray,

A comedy, a farce, a twisted tale.

 

For I am not a puppet on their strings,

No longer bound by their controlling ways,

In this grown-up world, my spirit sings,

No need for mothers' antics, come what may.

 

The age has passed when care was what I sought,

I'm strong enough to cradle babes, my thoughts.

 

Let them not dictate how my life should be,

Those ladies with their whims and fantasies,

Their intentions masked, they seek control of me,

But I refuse to dance to their decree.

 

No longer do I yearn for mother's touch,

I've grown and learned to navigate this world,

Their manipulation, I've seen through such,

Their selfish motives, now unfurled.

 

In truth, we all manipulate, it's true,

To satisfy our wants, our selfish needs,

But can't you see, I'm grown, I'm my own glue,

No mothering required, my heart concedes.

 

So, let them play their games, their power games,

I'll stand strong, untethered, unafraid,

No longer seeking solace in their names,

A grown-up woman, free from their charade.

 

No need for mother figures, for I'm grown,

A woman, fierce, and fully on my own.