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My First Memory

I am in my crib

Supposed to go to sleep

But I don’t want to

So I scale the walls


Grab my little wicker armchair

Creep to the door

To listen surreptitiously

To my father arguing



The merits of medicare

Public healthcare

Morals and ethics

With the social worker

Who’d become the first socialist premier

Of the province some years later

Until I was discovered

Put to bed

Not to sleep



David Trudel  ©  2012




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