End of each school day My dad came to pick me home In his antique car

Daily Lord’s prayer Before the start of lessons Primary school me

Riding on his bike Hoping for a glimpse of her He whistled his love

He did it with her In the school’s gardening store Sad defloration

Fingers and toes numb First winter in Toronto Bumpkin in the snow

Autumn maple leaves How I miss the sight of them Montreal’s Mount Royal

Burning midnight oil In the uni’s library Black hair everywhere

An old wooden house The wind rattles its windows Knock, knock, who is home?

Such a sweet swallow Bringing colours where it goes Like a good omen

Built my first snowman Goofed up because of the cold Landlord looked amused