Joanna Gilman Hyde

The Hawk West Desk Window 8:45pm

Once there was A Little Girl

Whose Mother died before

She was born — She was not scared —

She saw a Shower of Silver Blades

of Light

Four Days Later

It bestowed upon Her The Conviction

of The Existence of God

Twenty One Years Later

The Little Girl made A Gallery

of paintings of Her Mother

along with paintings The Little Girl

had painted Her Self —

She spent Many Hours hanging Her Gallery

down in The Basement

until One Night She & Her Daughter

— Her Daughter was Nineteen —

watched as a photograph of Her Mother’s Island

fell from Its hook

just when The Daughter was asking

“Was that when Your Mother Died?”

No more pictures were hung

except that one —

in a different place —

and The Daughter & The Little Girl

became the best of friends

and grew up together

The End