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She walks the road, often alone
No hands to tug, no ties to bind
Her story’s hers, fierce and bold
A woman free, a sovereign mind
No tiny hands, no weary sighs
She dances where the wild wind sings
Beneath the stars of boundless skies
Her chosen way never understood
She carves her path, her heart’s delight
Where joy is hers at break of day
And peace her pillow every night
A world to see, a soul waiting to bloom
No ticking clocks or rushed goodbye
Her canvas vast, a million hues
She paints her life, the colors fly
Her worth’s not tied to anyone
No guilt, no shame, no need to prove
She creates her own lyrics and music
Her heart a rhythm, her smile a groove
Each morning hers to calmly own
She savors coffee, crisp and black
Her solitude a sacred throne
No weight to bear, no dreams to lack
Its courage wrapped in tender grace
To choose herself is no cruel crime
The right partner will hold her hand
As she walks ahead through endless time
So here’s to her, the fearless flame
Unyielding, wild, a spirit free
Proud and confident, she wears no chains
She lives for one: unapologetically me
Her worth not tied to anyone - I love this line the most... so simple but profound when you think about mothers from older generation in general. How their pride is tied to children and it impacts the way they bring them up. Oh I could go on and on... beautiful poem.
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