Joanna Gilman Hyde

The Hawk Kitchen 12:50pm

I was That Nice Young Woman

balancing babies on My Left Hip

splitting firewood for The Atlantic Stove

hair shoulder length

smiling for photographs

coping with My Mother’s Illness

but not Her Death

Illuminated by The Shower of Lights

I descended into Depression

spanning eight years

pulled out by The Arms

of My Doctor

Who became My Second Husband

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In This 22nd Year My Hair is short

children grown

I wear black

and block My Heart

in A Vault of Silver