When I Get To Canada Poem by Justin Gildow

When I get to Canada
Will you be waiting for me
Ready to converse over many cookies, tarts, and either tea or coffee
Telling stories from my present and my past
While leaving many details open to cast
Letting the details weave a story of their own

I know times are tough when they want to be
That holds true for you
And it does the same for me

Are the stars going to tell the truth to me about you
Will they tell me your stories
Will they watch your truth
Will they follow by what you say to me
I can only wonder

When I get to Canada
I'll give you a box of Junior Mints
Because I know you've been waiting so long to have them
I don't know what the future will bring to either you or me
But I hope for us it will be something