Joanna Gilman Hyde

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Tag: Eliza Haeghaert Hyde

THE PRAYER

The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:45pm

I have delivered A Prayer

— The First I’ve Ever Written —

through The Sacred Postal Service

but I don’t know how

My Children’s Grandfather

will receive It

SUNDAY ON THE HAWK

The Hawk Portico 4:22pm

On one of these rare days

in early Fall

so still

I’ve decided to stay

on The Hawk

instead of driving to Barrington

for a walk

on The Trail

while Hunter rows —

I cannot miss

this outdoor treat

of sitting in My Red Deck Chair

with My Front Door open

to The Sounds of My Daughter

readying in the kitchen

for tonight’s drive

back to

College

LOW BLOOD SUGAR?

The Hawk Living Room 5:42pm

A Peculiar Fatigue

has come over Me today

I lay on the couch

underneath Eliza’s Horse Blanket —

I see it now, cast off

dangling one corner

down the side of the couch

signifying the old depressions

but I am grown up now

they cannot get Me

no matter how tired I get

 

THE FULL POTENTIAL OF THE DAY

The Hawk Deck

11:00 am

Eye am dressed in solid grey

& un-ironed white linen

sitting on The Deck, quiet

My Daughter, visiting from College

has just fed Gully

some old rice cakes

& The Crows are subdued

in the trifling fog

LABOUR DAY

The Hawk West Desk Window 2:22pm

My Children are inching Their Way

farther & farther away from Me —

Peak is bound for British Columbia

Eliza has begun Her First Year Of College

but rather than succumb to The Empty Nest

I must grow with Them & be The Best

Care-taker of My Self —

be My Own Mother

BACK FROM ATLANTIC

Highway 103, NS 2:22pm

Today I washed some dishes

left by My Daughter

in the house in Atlantic

My First Marital House

where My Third Child was conceived

and aborted on the anniversary

of My Mother’s Death

My Daughter is going to college

this weekend

My Son is out west

— I may see Him at Christmastime

and .4 — that’s what I call Him/Her —

is not in heaven

because I don’t believe in heaven

She/He is still with Me

My Body is My Heaven

FAVOURS I DID TODAY

Yarmouth NS, afternoon

Today I gave three dollars

to The Art Gallery of Nova Scotia’s

donation (admission) box

Today I gave three dollars

to a hungry (He said) bum

who remembered My Brother Howard

but didn’t know

He had died, or how

Today I gave My Daughter

fifty dollars

for a pedicure

I’VE GOT THE POWER

The Hawk Living Room 6:50pm

My Shredded Manuscript has been found —

not the shreds, which were dumped

at the side of the road

in three clear garbage bags

two years ago —

but a surviving copy

in Vermont

in an old farm house

belonging to My Stepmother

Who shared in My Happiness today

when I called Her

& She asked, ” Have You heard

The Good News?”

My suicidal activity

has been undone

& I don’t have to DO anything

with The Resurrection

like re-write It

into an epic poem

I can merely bask

in Its discovery

& know that It’s safe

driven by Eliza & Her Boyfriend

home by Saturday

MY BOOK NAMED “SAM”

The Hawk Deck 10:45am

Two years ago I spent

an entire afternoon

shredding five copies of a 364-page manuscript

I wrote after My Mother died

I set up the shredder from My Husband’s office

and opened the first of five bottles of beer

In those next seven hours

There went all the sections, chapters

ten pages at a time

with the shredder quitting every twenty minutes —

There went the first chapter

of My Tragic Brother overlapping

My Mother’s diagnosis

October 2, 1991

of a malignant brain tumour —

There went the chapters on living

with Her Illness and Decline

There went the chapter on The Death

March 27, 1993

There went the chapter on The Cremation

with The Chickadee’s Visit

There went Me

on no sleep

for four days — There went

The Shower of Silver Lights

on March 31st, 1993

There went The Little Doctor

calling Me a “Seer” on April Fool’s Day —

There went The First Depression

There went The Magical Moment

October 22, 1993 with The Little Doctor

There went The Telepathic Message

with Him :  Dr David Hamilton Wilson

There went My Second Pregnancy —

The Baby Girl I Dreamt Up —

infant I breast fed until She was two*

There went the section on writing the book

and getting literally lost in My Work

on a rented computer

There went subsequent depressions

Dreams of The Little Doctor

There went forever, maybe,

the description of My Childhood Parrot “Sam”

whose faulty clipping job I attempted

at My age of eleven which left him

unable to fly in My Bedroom

(which for some reason I didn’t want Him to do)

but left Him able only to veer off in sickly circles

until I had to give Him up to another little girl

when He became a problem at the Canadian/US border

at each summer crossing

Finally there went the last line of the book

which I will always have, written in June of 1996

as a married woman:

“The Bird In My Hand Is Worth Two In My Bush”

*Daughter Eliza now looking for possible surviving copy

2:00pm — Daughter Eliza FOUND IT in My Stepmother’s farmhouse in Vermont

REMNANTS

The Hawk Portico 5:46pm

I hear The Chickadee

& an outboard motor

& think of My Mother

My Mother traversing the waves

to get out to Mc Nutt Island

A Place I swore never

to forget

yet It has caused Me pain

& grief when She died

but I own Her house no longer

merely some land

which My Children

are destined

to inherit