Joanna Gilman Hyde

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THE APPARITION

The Hawk Queen Bed 4:38pm

Today on 2 hrs sleep

from 2 mgs Ativan

I began the sculpted head

of My Beautiful Dark Haired Woman

Who appeared on My Right Shoulder

in Roseway Hospital

October 1993

She said a lullaby in My Ear —

the most melodious voice I had ever heard

and today I have swaddled a Styrofoam core

in thin slices of plasticine

hyperventilating as I went

hearing My Son’s suggestion

from yesterday’s walk on The Hawk Beach —

“Mom, why don’t You just

exhaust Your Self?”

every slice

from a red-handled knife My Brother gave Me

pushed Me on to panel the form —

My Goal was to cover it, and I did

after carving HTWH in the Styrofoam skull

resting on My Ceramic Bluenose Plate

My Keepsake from the childhood crossings

in that vessel from Bar Harbor, Maine

to Yarmouth, Nova Scotia

when I was so happy

with My Little Family

of Mother, Brother and Me

AUNT HELEN’S SKY LIGHT*

October 5th, The Hawk Queen Bed 10:40pm

I have installed a family

of stuffed animals & dolls

in a finished basement window

in order to unpack

dusty cardboard boxes

flattened for recycling —

I have placed My Brother’s Anne of Green Gables

as The Baby Sitter

over hard-headed “twins” from the 30’s

My Stuffed Bear “Bear Bear”

in a bright red mantel over a pink bath robe

a squirrel to represent My Mother’s Presence

& a hand-made cloth doll from China

*Grandfather Bobby Hyde’s sister Helen who lived in a studio apartment in NYC, drinking gin in the morning next to her full-sized loom and talked to me of a family who lived in her sky light.

OH HOW SILLY!

The Hawk Kitchen 3:40pm

I Am A Daughter-In-Law

even in Death —

The Death of My Mother

brought to an end My First Marriage

but I held on to My Ex-Husband’s Parents

& They held on to Me

through The Death of Peter’s Father

I am now saddled with His Mother

Whom I Love

but will I get Her Groceries

and oh — should I mention

that My Second Husband

is My Ex-Mother-In-Law’s

Doctor?

SYNOPSIS

The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:22pm

I am a little girl

hair in braids

clutching My Tabby Cat

listening to My Mother

I am a self-sufficient teenager

riding My Bike

on My Paper Route

making My Teachers happy

wanting to be a helicopter pilot

an artist on the side

I am a young mother

homesteading with a handsome family man

approved of by My Mother

having Our Babies*

before & soon after Her Death

I am an “older” woman now

reviewing two marriages

children grown

houses changed with assorted cats

& somehow I am happy

not too far from My Own Mind

 

*one who was aborted on March 27, 1997

THE HAWK WEST DESK WINDOW 11:37am

The Fog has sunk

into My Left Shoulder

–I can’t do The Laundry–

–I shouldn’t even be writing–

Peak & Eliza have gone to Lunenburg

with Their Father & His Family

My Day Is Grey

but I’m OK–

isn’t that awful?

THE HAWK FAMILY ROOM 6:37pm

I see A Room Inside

a big black TV Screen

I see a lamp, some books & DVDs

mirrored for My View

I slide over to My Left

to have a shoulder, Left

     exposed with half

     My Head

 A Red Light

below My Chest

“DON’T MOVE”