The Gift of Daughters

Detail from PRIMAVERA
That I'm embraced
by this fresh tribe of Graces
is a grace.

Whereas I've earned my son
young women reared by chums
and even strangers come

entirely free, to dance for me
-sea-seasoned Aphrodite -
as in the Botticellis

but not garlanded. Instead
washed to their half-forgotten island
I'm reborn with glitter-polished hands.

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