The Living Photograph(form 4)
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 forgo to boil.
She went to the awful place grandmothers go.
But there she is still,
in the photo with me at three,
the crinkled smile is still living ,breathing.
1 Which line indicates that the two people belonged to two different races ?
2Why has the grandmother become small?
3How does the persona look upon death ?Give evidence from the poem to justify your answer.
Please help me to answer this question