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Victoria Day

  1. My mind was clear as I think back to a still morn in May.
  2. A darkened morn it was to me, to others, a hol’day.
  3. The day was new and touched by dew. Not a sound upon the ear.
  4. A mother’s voice, a trembling hand awoke me to my fears;
  5. Fears I had the day before, and e’en throughout the week,
  6. And now they woke me from my sleep and wouldn’t let me speak.
  7. Just thrice the bell had struck that morn, my worstest fears come true.
  8. The love of two fin’lly made three, but now the three was two.

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By Kim Siever

I live in Lethbridge with my spouse and 5 of our 6 children. I’m a writer, focusing on social issues and the occasional poem. My politics are radically left. I recently finished writing a book debunking several capitalism myths. My newest book writing project is on the labour history of Lethbridge.

I’m also dichotomally Mormon. And I’m a functional vegetarian: I have a blog post about that somewhere around here. My pronouns are he/him.

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