Carriers

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Carriers

He:
To see my parents, chocolate for eyes;
To see my siblings, thoroughly brunette.
To see myself is seeing dusky ties:
Too dark for mousy, yet too light for jet.

She:
To see my siblings, there you see my eyes;
To see my parents, there you see my debt.
To see myself is seeing fates devise:
So brown is passed to brown, and brown we get.

Both:
But see our children, golden in their flush,
So pasty-blanched of face and pale as day.
So bright in hair and eye, so fair in blush,
So flax and dandelion in the hay.
Our children lurked within us all the while –
We show, not in their eyes, but in their smile.

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