SWEET CHILD OF MINE
by Joanna Gilman Hyde
The Hawk Kitchen 4:30pm
Born Twenty-five Years Ago
in a rinky-dink hospital
in a fishing town
My Sweet Child is a grown man
& I Love Him So
out with His Camera
in a Montreal Blizzard
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Joanna Gilman Hyde 
That I’m now a fully grown human being has dawned on me in fleeting moments with increasing assurance over this last year or so. I guess your realization of this is one of the most valid confirmations of this life development that I could have. By accepting this in your mind, you should know that it’s confirmed it in mine as well. In this way, as my mother, your conceptualization of me remains a strong defining factor in my own character. Your relationship with me has willed my adulthood into existence, which I consider to be a nice present for my 25th birthday. So here in your blog, I’ll publicly say thank you for this gift that only my mother can give me.
Dear Peak, I am so happy for this, and relieved for both of us. I hope you had a wonderful birthday with your friends.
Love,
Your Grateful Mom
Wow this is Beautiful.
Joanna, can you correct that “bEatutiful”, I am typing by candle light after a few glasses of wine. Your poem to Peak is Beautiful.
Yes Jackie, this has been a big year for Peak and Me, and coupled with the “closure” of My Mother’s Island Property — everything’s on track — now if I could only get that silver-black bird out of my brain I’d be all “settled” — do I want to be “settled”?