Behind The Scenes
by Joanna Gilman Hyde
Eye have been to bed
with My Dark Haired
sex kitten
who hides in Her Covers
comfortable, finally
showing me Her Clothes
sewed bye Her Careful Grandmother:
prom dresses in satin,
day dresses in pink knobbly knit
and her mother’s fall gown
of poppy floral design
photographed for a first wedding
to the first husband — father
of my hide-away friend
who has never been
a bride
Joanna Gilman Hyde 
Joanna
I hide inside from the outside world. It throws me around until I’m hurt.
I try to gather reasons why and wonder if my neighbors ever hear me cry.
The wind in the trees is a comfort for sound. Will my lost life ever be found.
My curtains close my belly twists
I’m just waiting in the mist. ….. it’s coming I’m told but then why do I feel so in the cold
Out of control in my life I feel ,so I stay in my dark room and wonder what’s real
Effects of yesterday have left a scar.
Someday I say. I will go far. Sgq…
After Eye wrote this poem last night at 3 in the morning, Eye had a dream of a young blond woman who was quite pregnant and was deciding to have an abortion. I was very upset and felt helpless because there was nothing I could do to persuade her not to kill her child. Eye was even considering offering to adopt the baby but knew she wouldn’t go for that. She said she already had children and couldn’t have anymore.
Lovely poem, Stephanie. Thank you for writing it on My Site. You are a very talented and beautiful woman. Eye am proud to know you.
Thanks for appreciating my family s past of home made clothes and pictures of years back. I hold them dear to my soul as sweet memories keep me whole. Do all do this ,
I wonder aloud. Maybe my care for life is much too proud
Being quiet holds a frame of mind. Nobody understands. Me. I say
So why do I even try.
Thank you. For noticing my small life. 🌞
Nobody’s life is “small.”
Joanna this looks like a bit of a strange situation. Please remove it. You are a sweetheart for writing it but people think we are gay. And this isn’t what happened at all. The stuff I showed you was my keepsakes and being on my bed makes it seem very much more when you announce you have been to bed with me. A sex kitten. That’s misledden belief to others and not making my family happy with me. I’m stopped everywhere and questioned. Please take this off. If you are a friend. I’m looking like something I’m not. I’m funky but like the boys. You are special but we aren’t going sexual. If so then write away. But we both are straight. I care about losing respect from everyone. I hope you understand
Remember Stephanie: Eye am an artist AND SO ARE YOU.
but not everyone is. So now they know it was symbolic and we were enjoying the day looking at olden clothes 👍🏻👍🏻