Harmony

to my children
Whoever would have thought it?
I have reached that part of the circle --
I do not want you to mourn for me.

Admittedly a beauty-groper
Yes, my life-stance
I am nonetheless a mother
And in whispers
Have been called a good one.
What a relief!

Someone insinuated
(In fact they)
I gave you beauty.

Oh, do not go back to the blunted tools.
Let me know the past alone --
I'll be generous with glimmers.