signing
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he listens with his eyes
giggling at my awkward
attempts to speak visually
to his born deaf ears
besides finger spelling i
show him the new signs
i learned today my hands
saying the moving words
good morning my friend
how are you today please
forgive me trying to talk
without knowing how
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Poem by Janet Cannon
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Previously published in
Oracle Fine Arts Review
(University of South Alabama)
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