April is the month to write Anaphora.

Anaphora is the repetition of a particular word or phrase. Allen Ginsberg used anaphora and also Walt Whitman. 

Here is a poem by Nan Fry from Negative Capability, Vol VIII.3, 1988.

All My Mothers

I am the daughter of a woman
who scooped me out of mud,
shaped me into a frog
and taught me to wait, a stone in the water, flicking
my tongue at dark wings.

I am the daughter of a woman
whose eyes are slitted with light.
She taught me to listen
to the scraping of branches,
to see the skeleton under the fur.
Cracking them with her teeth,
She tears the small bodies
apart for the meat.

I am the daughter of a woman
who clings to the rock.
She taught me to close my shell to the sun,
to savor the salt, to wait in the dark
for the save. At the cry of the gull,
she shrinks into herself.
When she wants to travel,
she fastens herself to a boat.

I am the daughter of a mole
who carries a star on her nose.
With her large hands,
she digs out her road as she goes.
She has taught me to love
the lively mud,
to listen for roots and grubs,
the small rustlings.

Note: In this poem, Fry begins each stanza by repeating “I am the daughter.”