Joanna Gilman Hyde

Eye have just two

paper weights sitting on the sill

of M(eye) picture window:

on the left is a pink jelly fish

encased in oblong glass

heavy enough to kill somebody

a gift Eye bought for M(eye) Daughter Eliza

when She turned 16.

The right holds a storm of silver

encased in bulbous crystal

with a bit of blue at the bottom

bestowed upon Me by Eliza’s Mother-in-law

when She graced Me with the choice

to take any one of Her collection

as long as Eye didn’t take the weight

given to Her by Her Father