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September Cycles
The rain falls on my roof
I like to sit and listen
A small branch snaps
Under the pressure
I like to sit and listen
Learning a lot from the rain
Under the pressure
The fog doesn't settle
Learning from the rain
Ages me in ways I cannot explain
The fog hasnt settled
And mom hasnt come home yet
I've aged in ways I cannot explain
The clouds cry for me
Because mom hasnt come home yet
And only they understand
The clouds are crying
But I imagine happiness
And only they understand
And we laugh together
I can imagine happiness
Birds singing on a sunny day
We laugh together
We breathe
Birds singing on a sunny day
The rain stops falling on my roof
We breathe
Under the pressure

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In my Modern Literature class we were given the task of writing a Pantoum, and this was what I ended up turning in. This poem was inspired by my mother and how I have been caught in the rain waiting for her to come home a few times (metaphorically and literally) and some homages to my asthma and her job as a respiratory therapist.