my grandmother’s eyes
Although my grandmother, my Dad’s mother, died shortly after I was born, she was always a part of our summer visit to my grandfather’s farm. Her photographic portrait, taken when she was a child, hung in the kitchen, above the cot where we played board games on rainy days.
I think about her sometimes, working in the kitchen, gathering apples in the orchard, making quilts for winter. My Dad, who called her Mama, told me how she made warm quilts by sewing wool squares from old sweaters to a blanket ‘backing’.
I know so little about her. I wish I had asked my Dad to tell me more.
my grandmother (photo taken in 1954)
Her Eyes Follow Me
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1.
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my grandmother
the one I never knew
was a portrait
a life-sized photograph
under curved glass
blurred at the edges
hung in the kitchen
~
she leaned over me
her eyes followed me
a child’s eyes
though she died at fifty
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2.
~
the three of us
played a game
my brother watched her eyes
and I would creep
along the wall
~
leap out
~
her eyes found me
in an instant
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3.
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I know her eyes were blue
though the portrait was grey and white
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4.
~
she is also
~
her last card at Christmas
a paper poinsettia
in the branches
of our tree
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the dim photo of a mother
in a faded housedress
some unknown cousin
gathered in her arms
~
her last letter
love to the baby
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5.
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to say I never knew her
is a kind of lie
~
I knew her eyes
and they have
followed me
~
Published as: ‘Her Eyes Follow Me’, Winter 1996, The Antigonish Review 104:59.
(revised)
© Jane Tims
Your story and poem reminded me of two things… One is the Eric Clapton song, “My Father’s Eyes.” The other is my own paternal grandmother, who I never knew. She was 55 when she died before I was born. There are a couple of pictures of her, but my father and my aunts have told me many things about her. I like the way you expressed your awareness that her eyes have followed you… beautiful!
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Barbara Rodgers
August 21, 2011 at 12:38 pm
Hi Barbara. My advice is… write them down. Dad told me more… but I didn’t write down what he said, and I have forgotten…. Jane
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jane tims
August 21, 2011 at 5:01 pm