Joanna Gilman Hyde

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Tag: mother & daughter

PRECIOUS

The West Desk Window 9:00pm

This Evening My Daughter drove off

with Her Boyfriend Tyler

against a backdrop of sunset

gold & amethyst

like My Mother’s antique ring

worn by Eliza for the first time

— She asked if She could wear It —

said She would keep It

in a blue velvet box at night

& that They’d be back from Halifax

on Sunday

THE HAWK PORTICO 4:45pm

How pleasant that was

having Eliza bring out Her Laundry Basket

to fold Her Clothes beside Me

as We both sat on The Stoop

listless in The Afternoon Light

— no wind —

mild enough for bare feet or socks

while We imagined what kind

of House Wife She would be:

“Better than You,” She said

I said, “So rich You would have a maid”

“So rich I could micro-lend

to poor women in Saudi Arabia”

ELIZA HAEGHAERT HYDE

The Hawk Portico 1:15pm

On A Day Like Lovely Today

Eighteen Years Ago

I Laboured All Day

With My Daughter

Who Was Hardly A Labour

Born Into An Inflatable Pool

@ 9:04 That Night:

She Came Out PERFECT

PLAY HOUSE

The Hawk Deck 11:10am

I am married to A Very Handsome Doctor

even if He does have some age on Him

It adds to His Allure of Talk

on Occam’s Razor

I live in A Beautiful House By The Sea

& have all the breakfast supplies I need

a basement warehouse of foodstuffs & toilet paper

I have My Mother’s Play House on an island

& My Beautiful Daughter with Her Hot Shot Boyfriend

— He can finance A Mansion at the age of nineteen —

They’re already looking at House Plans

NO FRILLS

I don’t bake

I write poems

Do The People

in Martin’s No Frills Parking Lot

need to be reached?

No, They are happy

in Their Own Disgruntled Lives

I just saw

a Mother & Daughter

eating Cheese Doodles

on The Way

to Their Car

EVOCATION

On McNutt Island

I used to sit in our 3-holer privy

with My Mother

who often rested Her right elbow

on Her thigh

right hand under chin

Left Hand draped across

dangling Her Silver Nugget Ring

I assumed this same position today

with My Left Hand draped

across My Thighs

& I Was My Mother

I looked down to see My Mother’s Ring

& there were My Diamonds —

jolting Me

with crystallizing light

seared into My Brain

OK’d by My Mother

 

 

MOTHER & DAUGHTER

Dear Diary —

I watched Eliza

dab at Her Hair in The Dining Room Mirror

& realized “My Daughter Has The Power To Kill”

while I became immortalized

at the age of eighteen

by telling My Only Real Boyfriend:

“You’re Just Another Face, Another Dick”