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You ask what do I see through flowers,
I say I have never seen through the eyes of an artist.
I ask if you could have your baby
Through egg donation,
You say it’s all anemophily,
Your pollination is through the air.
6.
Nne, my doctor who sees life through the patient's eye,
My teacher who teaches Maths through nursery rhymes;
At your foot I am learning to appreciate the music through the dog's ear.
Mommy, I am learning to hear God through the noise.
I will convert myself through hymns, I will forgive my sins,
For through this sister's eyes, I realize that I am not alone.
Soonest Nathaniel
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