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Mother
Katrina made me swim in a flood of tears
A chasm of memories throughout the years
Isaac sank my memories
For perhaps a century
Where are the powers I knew
When you were going to school
To protect us
To respect us
To give us light in the dark of day
A lite breeze to make the way
Power to feed us and cool our hurt
Sunshine to give us a new birth.
poem
by
John Shea
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