Oh Canada

she reminded me

that she was from Canada

nearly

every day.

i grew tired of it, though.

the maple

leaf sweaters

and hats,

the giant maple leaf flag

on her porch.

always with the maple syrup

and talking

about the Mounties

and herds of Moose.

oh, you people don't know

what snow is,

she'd say.

speaking

in some sort of French and

English

mish mash.

she'd sing all the verses

of   Oh Canada

on Canada Day

and would refuse to participate

in the 4th of July,

or Thanksgiving.

those are your holidays,

she'd say. not mine.