I’m not your mother.

I don't want to be your mother,
just because I needed you to survive.
I may have deep love for you,
though I don't know why.
But I'm not your mother.
You are mine.
I learned to take your temperature
before I took your milk.
I learned to make up my own faults
before you uttered a word.
I became "wise" and "steady"
before I could be wild and authentic.
No, I won't be your mother
or anyone else's mother any more.