I am in my crib
Supposed to go to sleep
But I don’t want to
So I scale the walls
Breakout
Grab my little wicker armchair
Creep to the door
To listen surreptitiously
To my father arguing
Discussing
Debating
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
