Joanna Gilman Hyde

Eliza’s Room 6:47am

The Sun blankets one wall

before Me in Eliza’s room

It comes through the one window

shaded by a sheer curtain

stamped with purple carnations

I sit up in My Daughter’s Bed

to write of Silver in My Head

on My Mind

I am reaching out to My Ex’s Kind

My Children’s Grandmother et al

giving Them The Hard Sell