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.
Somewhere unkonwn,unthinkable.
But there she is still,
in the photo with me at three,
the crinkled smile is still living ,breathing.
Jackie Kay
1.what is the poem about?
2.Give one moral value one can learn from the poem.
Please help me solve these questions >.



The poem is about the persona's photograph with his grandmother as he tries to describe his grandmother.
The moral value is love
-The love of a grandmother for the persona