Joanna Gilman Hyde

The Hawk Deck 12:30pm

I stood in My Bedroom Entry Way

dust mop upright

fresh from going under The Bed

& a little bit around

(I do very light housekeeping)

I heard the song on Sirius

“This is Your Life —

This is Your Time –“

& yes, I do feel I am in My Time:

the only father-in-law I’ll ever have

has taken this 20th summer since My Mother died

to die very probably

of the same ailment