slumped into My Tomato-coloured Couch
with My Honey Brown Lager
I’m listening to The 70’s
with Charlie Tuna
“I Never Can Say Good-bye”
–
Sun beams through
The Living Room Window
“She’s A Lady”
belts out from The Hawk Kitchen
–
We’re having Perogies & beans for supper
& doing nothing
for Canadian Thanksgiving tomorrow
The Hawk Red Deck Chair 12:15pm
Oh My God! — That’s My Mother
Telling Me To Write This Poem
— It’s The Chickadees
flitting around The Scraggly Apple
telling Me to write down
what I did one Christmas
in Cooper Union —
I asked My Unmarried Economics Teacher
to be a Christmas Present
for My Mother
& He said Yes!
so I wrote Mom a note
for Christmas Morning
that a Man was coming to visit
He came to Christmas Dinner
in Valley Cottage
— My Grandfather was there too —
now Pappy, The Teacher, My Mother, My Brother
are all dead
but The Chickadee-dee-dees
are alive
& chirping
The Hawk Deck 8:50am
I hear the distant rumble of surf
while waiting for coffee to steep
The Sun Is Out Full
We’re Awake From Our Sleep
–
The Hawk Kitchen 10:47am
I drink in The Water
from The Well @ The Hawk
& think of My Present
emerging from My Past
into The Future
of Everyone
Joanna Gilman Hyde 