Grandmother Poem Essay

368 Words2 Pages
“Grandmother” by William McIlvanney By the time I knew my grandmother she was dead. Before that she was where I thought she stood, Spectacles, slippers, venerable head, A standard-issue twinkle in her eyes – Familiar stage-props of grandmotherhood. It took her death to teach me they were lies. My sixteen-year-old knowingness was shocked To hear her family narrate her past In quiet nostalgic chorus. As they talked Her body stiffened on the muted fast Though well washed linen coverlet of her bed. The kitchen where we sat, a room I knew, Took on a strangeness with each word they said. How she was born where wealth was pennies, grew Into a woman before she was a girl, From dirt and pain constructed happiness, Shed youth’s dreams in the fierce sweat of a mill, Married and mothered in her sixteenth year, Fed children from her own mouth’s emptiness In an attic rats owned half of, liked her beer. Careless, they scattered pictures: mother, wife, Strikes lived through, hard concessions bought and sold In a level-headed bargaining with life, Told anecdotes in which her strength rang gold, Her eyes were clear, her wants as plain as salt. The past became a mint from which they struck Small change till that room glittered like a vault. The corpse in the other room became to me Awesome as pharaoh now, as if one look Would show me all that I had failed to see. The kitchen became museum in my sight, Sacred as church. These were the very chairs In which her gnarled dignity grew frail. Her hard-won pride had kept these brasses bright. Her tireless errands were etched upon the stairs. A vase shone in the sun, holy as grail. I wanted to bring others to this room, Say it’s nothing else than this that people mean. A place to which humility can come, A wrested niche where no one else has been Won from the wastes of broken worlds and worse.

More about Grandmother Poem Essay

Open Document