MINE

by Joanna Gilman Hyde

The Hawk West Desk Window 1:22pm

Mine is The Face

He fell in love with

monitoring My Pregnancy

with My Son in 1987

Mine is The Stomach

He patted at the end

of each appointment

Mine is The Voice

He adored in Its Stridency

October 22, 1993

when He allowed Me to tell Him

“There is A God”

Mine are The Arms He caressed

Mine is The Brain

He used to send His Telepathic Message

on Divine Love

Mine is The Body

He refuses now to doctor