Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: son

NEWS FLASH

The Hawk Computer 6:04 pm

My Husband, Dr William Hunter Blair, now believes

that My World Trade Center Roof Top Painting from 1984

titled Self Organizing Galaxy

may have given someone the idea

for 9/11

http://carloschagall.com/2015/09/11/self-organizing-galaxy-by-joanna-hyde/comment-page-1/#comment-6419

NOTICE TO MY READERS 222

EYE have not been writing much —

EYE have been making recordings into M(EYE) cell phone

in-which M(EYE) Husband does not seem very interested.

TWO WEEKS LATER

The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:20pm

My Mother’s Day Bunch

is a scraggly cascade of drying

lilly petals & crisp carnations

There are three well-preserved roses

the colour of autumn

with a card held high

“Hope You’ll enjoy

The Light of My Life bouquet –“

LIFE FORCE

The Hawk Deck 9:36am

I Am The Vessel

of Life

consuming inordinate quantities

of water

retaining fluid

in My Head

& Limbs

I hear the call of The Mourning Dove

& The Grackle

on This New Spring Morning

I think of what My Life

contains:

My House

My Husband

My Far-away Kids

grown now

with Their Own

Lives

PEAK’S BIRTHDAY

The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:35pm

I have come a long way

since My Son

was born

27 years ago

& I have decided to make

My New Year’s Resolution

early:

NO MORE SIGNIFICANCE

TO SEQUENTIAL 2’s —

if I could stop drinking I can

stop anything —

and I WILL stop The World

when It’s Time

All That I Have Lived For

The Hawk Deck 7:47pm

All That I Have Lived For

Is Wrapped Up In This Moment

As I Am Wrapped In My Heavy Grey Bathrobe

With The Spears Of Light Forever Above Me

And All Down Around Me

How Have I Gotten This Far?

Through A Child’s Adoration Of A Pair

Of Love Birds To A Mother’s Love

Of Her Dearest 2.4’s

The Evening Light Is Upon The East

Illuminating The Scrub Spruce Forest

And I Have Come This Far

MY CHILDREN

November 6, The Hawk West Desk Window 9:35pm

I saw The Pain

of His Parents’ Separation

flash across His Teenage Face:

six years later

when to My Son I felt I could confess

a poisonous love I husbanded

too long

am husbanding still — now My Daughter

runs Her Mother’s Risk

of another broken home

the one Eliza’s been homesick for

all Her Life

SWEET CHILD OF MINE

The Hawk Kitchen 4:30pm

Born Twenty-five Years Ago

in a rinky-dink hospital

in a fishing town

My Sweet Child is a grown man

& I Love Him So

out with His Camera

in a Montreal Blizzard

WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO BE A PARENT?

It means to love your children unconditionally and not to give in to manipulation and power plays, on their part or yours. ¬†It also means to tell the truth when asked, and not answer with a distorted or mythical¬†pretence. A child’s imagination is beguiling, but a parent’s fear of the truth can be confusing or even dangerous.

SANTATOWN

The Tomato-coloured Couch 11:11am

The President of The United States

read The List

The Roll Call

of names like

Jessica, Caroline

Noah, Jack & Madeline

He capped His Speech

with The Twenty Children

Who won’t be

on Santa’s List

ever again —

through the violent actions of an unknown gunman

They have been spared

Santa’s meddling hand

Santa’s sly whispers

spared from a society’s — what?

blind celebration?

from Society Itself?