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Speculation
by Ann MillsIf eyes are the mirror
of the soul,
Then what are the ears?
Ears are the instruments
Into which a person softly whispers,
"I love you."
08/21/1989 Author's Note: Just one of my more mundane epiphanies. My daughter was a couple months old at the time.
Posted on 07/21/2007
Copyright © 2025 Ann Mills
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| Posted by Glenn Currier on 08/01/07 at 09:45 PM As I thought of your baby and ears it occurred to me that her ears enabled you to hear your whispers and yours made it possible to be awakened at 3 a.m. to SHOW her your love. Very evocative poem, Ann. |
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