Pantoum: My Mother By Ella Brady
Time was tight when we were young my mother the meditator told me to slow down and find the peace so every sunday we lived in the silence my mother the meditator also my mother the meteor so every sunday we lived in the silence following the crash landing of yesterday Also my mother the meteor plummets through the wreckage of “Hurricane Ella� following the crash landing of yesterday she becomes my mother the martyr time was tight when we were young plummeting through the wreckage of hurricane ella my mother the martyr told me to slow down and find the peace
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