THE SOCIALIZED CHILD

by Joanna Gilman Hyde

Barrington, NS 4:30pm

I Am That Child

climbing into Her Father’s Shopping Cart

talking in complete sentences

about The Monkeys at The Zoo

and The Snake in

The Snake House

I Am That Child

with blond hair pulled back

into a pony tail

asking Her Mother, repeatedly

“Who You wavin’ at, Mom?”

I Am That Dark Haired Child

alone beside a rock

with two sticks

as drum sticks

turning away from Old Men

to examine

Her Own Play