Joanna Gilman Hyde

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Category: family

Re-shifted

Hey WHB — how come

you didn’t defend me

that time Eye was demonstrating

with a bread knife saying

“Eye could prove a point with this”

BECAUSE THERE WAS NO POINT —

why didn’t you tell Eliza

Eye was being your favourite type

of humour: “ironic”

instead you called the Mounties on me

and had me hauled away in an ambulance

to the psych ward —

how come you never defended me?

The Sweaters of Eva

My first marriage

saw an array

of hand-knit sweaters

from My Beloved Mother-in-law

Peter’s Mother

Who clothed Me in fuzzy lavender

bold black and white and red

thalo green with purple grapes

and close-fitting short-sleeved

peachy butterflies

 

Today in Roseway Manor

Eye gave Eva cream for Her Hands

and She clasped Them together

happily

and I remembered

Before Sunrise

If Eye had The Faith

I have now as a result of My Mother’s Death

I could have saved Her

I know I could —

She tried to visualize sheep

eating away Her Tumour

and I could not share Her Vision

until after She was gone

(but She’s not really “gone”)

when Eye saw that There IS a God

and that if You believe

ANYTHING REALLY IS POSSIBLE

 

I Am

I Am

My Own Bed Partner:

Me, My Self & Eye

Shall I have a Menage a Trois

after marrying twice?

First for Mother & Children

Second for Sex & Money

I Am

Single now with a refrain

“At night, alone, I marry the bed*”

 

*from The Ballad of The Lonely Masturbator by Anne Sexton 1969

Remembrance

Eye am My Father’s Daughter

an early riser

non-committer

Eye am My Mother’s Daughter

alone on an island

but not with sheep

It’s windy out

but I am snug

with My giant Mug of Decaf

writing for Dr Blair —

or is that Hunter

this time?

Attention!!

My soon-to-be-X

recently messaged

My Daughter Eliza

that he would like to see Me

“left twisting in the wind –”

well there’s a storm tonight

and Eye am here by My Self

cozy in My Bed

with The Power still on

Behind The Scenes

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

Grief

My !3! Children

R as strong & beautiful

as the flock of Herons

EYE just witnessed landing

on the heights of My Scrub Spruce

horizon

The Jet-setter

My Daughter Eliza

is getting ready

Eye presume

for her trip to Africa —

Tanzania — did Eye spell that right?

for the wedding of a lifetime

and She picked out her own dress

and shoes

oh — and her brother Peak

is going !2!

Howard Talbot Walden Hyde

Today would have been

My Brother’s 56th birthday —

he died at 45

innocent on a jail house floor —

My Beautiful Brother

conceived in Gabon

when Our Mother was ill

He was born during The Cuban Missile Crisis

and took that to Heart —

It coloured His outlook

of fear

though He was brave at six

when I threw His shiny red fire truck

down the cellar stairs —

He was brave at eleven

when I pushed Him off

the bow of Our Mother’s Molly

and He was brave at seventeen

when I told Him “No”

after he asked, “Don’t you love Me?”

 

He played the clarinet & saxophone

and made up stories about two clowns

named Jane Rane and Rank Raunk

while I pretended in a baby voice

He was “Uncle Howie”

and We played “Mail”

under the bathroom door

 

He followed Me like a shadow

jealous when I first married —

Our Mother had Howard give Me away

 

He built Me up with His Devotion

all the times I was ill after Our Mother died

and I slammed Him down

into the ground of Pine Grove Cemetary

in Shelburne, Nova Scotia

wailing on Our Father’s Shoulder

 

Note:  The ghost of My Dear Brother haunts a part of My House — My Second Husband’s former Library where I installed a memorial to Howard with a painting of poppies the heavy frame of which warped the day I hung it there.