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    This poem describes a photograph of the speaker's grandmother holding their hand as a child. In the photo, the grandmother appears tall and strong, but over time she became hunched and frail as she aged. While the grandmother has passed away, the speaker finds comfort that in the photograph, her grandmother's smile and presence still seem alive and vibrant.

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    This poem describes a photograph of the speaker's grandmother holding their hand as a child. In the photo, the grandmother appears tall and strong, but over time she became hunched and frail as she aged. While the grandmother has passed away, the speaker finds comfort that in the photograph, her grandmother's smile and presence still seem alive and vibrant.

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    Poem 1: The Living Photograph (By Jackie

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    This poem describes a photograph of the speaker's grandmother holding their hand as a child. In the photo, the grandmother appears tall and strong, but over time she became hunched and frail as she aged. While the grandmother has passed away, the speaker finds comfort that in the photograph, her grandmother's smile and presence still seem alive and vibrant.

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    POEM 1 : THE LIVING PHOTOGRAPH (by Jackie

    Kay)
    My small grandmother is tall there,
    straight-back, white broderie anglaise shirt,
    pleated skirt, flat shoes, grey bun,
    a kind, old smile round her eyes.
    Her big hand holds mine,
    white hand in black hand.
    Her sharp blue eyes look her own death in the eye.
    It was true after all; that look.
    My tall grandmother became small.
    Her back round and hunched.
    Her soup forgot to boil.
    She went to the awful place grandmothers go.
    Somewhere unknown, unthinkable.
    But there she is still,
    in the photo with me at three,
    the crinkled smile is still living, breathing.

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