Gratitude (Psuedo-Pantoum)

If I carried my mother’s songs
with me, know
for every mistake I made
there were others I didn’t.

With me, know
I filled darkened hallways with sparrows
though there were others I didn’t
silence, I left in my Father’s house.

I filled darkened hallways with sparrows.
In places yet to burn
Silence housed in my father.
It all sounds like drowning.

In places yet to burn
Always keep hands closed, hair parted.
It all sounds like drowning.
Of course my parents loved me!

Always keep hands closed, hair parted.
I’ve been given sufficiently.
Of course my parents loved me,
I carried my mother’s songs.