Joanna Gilman Hyde

The surf tonight has a mournful tone

perhaps the cause is my frame of mind —

a young man is gone

my daughter knew him well

his family grieves together

while I walk out mine

Jevon Link came to Eliza’s door

ten years ago on Valentine’s Day

holding a bouquet of roses

pink I think.

She dried

and painted

them.

I look at her watercolour

every morning.