An early poem, written in grade nine (at fourteen or fifteen years old)


I know I am foolish to hear your voice in the wind,
but summer is for you,
with its naked carelessness and infinite youth.
And I know you are somewhere
golden and brilliant,
laughing at the fragility of the world.


The Bright Well

Susan has a poem in the powerful new anthology called The Bright Well: Contemporary Canadian Poems about Facing Cancer. Edited by Fiona Tinwei Lam, the book features poems for cancer patients, survivors, their families & friends. Here’s the link.