Mid Night

by Joanna Gilman Hyde

My Daughter’s Life

Encapsulates the schism

In mine

Since my mother died

In that spring of ’93 —

Eliza has been there

In body

Since Eye conceived Her

In the picture

Of My Mind

Since that April of Emptiness

She has been with me

For Our Two Decades

Of toil and strife:

My beautiful Beauty

Who can manage

Her Life