The Ghost In The Gallery
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
Joanna Gilman Hyde 