![]() ![]() She became forgetful.ġ2 She went to the awful place grandmothers go. Her back became hunched.ġ1 Her soup forgot to boil. The grandmother became thinner and more fragile.ġ0 Her back round and hunched. The persona’s reference of death came true.ĩ My tall grandmother became small. Her grandmother’s blue eyes suggests that her death is near.Ĩ It was true after all that look. The contrast of their skin colours can clearly be seen in their linked hands.ħ Her sharp blue eyes look her death in the eye. ![]() She is smiling kindly.ĥ Her big hand holds mine, Her big hand is holding the persona’s hand.Ħ white hand in black hand. The crinkled smile is still living, breathing.ġ My small grandmother is tall there, The persona’s grandmother looks tall in the photograph.Ģ straight-back, white broderie anglaise shirt, She is standing with good posture, wearing an embroidered lace blouse.ģ pleated skirt, flat shoes, grey bun, She wears the blouse with a pleated skirt, non-heeled shoes and her hair in a bun.Ĥ a kind, old smile round her eyes. She went to the awful place grandmothers go. Her sharp blue eyes look her own death in the eye. Straight-back, white broderie anglaise shirt, POEM 1 : THE LIVING PHOTOGRAPH (by Jackie Kay) ![]()
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