Poem For Maria
by Joanna Gilman Hyde
Eye carry the grief
of My Unborn Daughter
and how sweet
to know She still lives
inside the glass of water
Eye filled with Her Napkin
at the time of my tears
upon Her Appearance
to me in a church
in Middle La Have
on a night in December
when She came
with Her Name
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