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For my two parents, two brothers, and three sisters.
One is who I say I am It may be who I wish I were It is what I know I am not For how can I be one when I am three? Perhaps I am but cannot see How less these two I am not me. Yet still the fibers won’t cohere To pump my heart and quell my fear Unless one with five I know I am six Two sets of three—a blessed fix I’m one in six of three by two Entwined with all I’m part of you Through two whose one has raised us tall Secured by He whose One gives all.
—John A. Di Camillo
John A. Di Camillo, a Dappled Things assistant editor, graduated
from the University of Pennsylvania in 2006 and is currently studying
Bioethics at the Athenaeum Pontificium Regina Apostolorum in
Rome.
