My family is a face,
Arranged by five senses.
My father is the pair of eyes,
Seeing into the world.
My mother is the mouth,
Whispering gentle cautions.
My brother is the pair of ears,
Harkening to the gentle voice.
My sister is the nose,
Sniffing out the path.
And I am touch,
When all together enhances.
-Jake R. Green 5-25-2001
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