I know she's doing mostly well
In heaven because she was
So gregarious here on earth
People really interested her
But I worry about my dead father
A man I found hard to love
Though I was glad my brother
And sister could make him laugh
Which left me free to wander
The slums and galleries of Toronto
When I showed him one of my poems
Ashamed to ask for his approval
He passed it back to me with a grin
Son I have no idea what this means
And that laugh we shared together
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