Joanna Gilman Hyde

My Daughter stood above Me

on The Hawk Balcony

wearing an off-white sweater

She slipped on a pearl earring

Her Face was “Done”

She looked like the apparition

of An Angel

— I wished I could just send

My Mother’s Island Possession

over to Her —

but She’s going to Her Boyfriend’s hockey game

& turning 18 tomorrow

& now She’s changed

into a grey sweatshirt