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.why does the grandmother look tall in the photograph?
2.how does the personal consider her grandmother as a person?
3.why do you thin ''the awful place grandmother go' is unknown and unthinkable.
4.why do you think photograph is living and brething int the eyes of the personal?
5.what significance does the photograph have to the personal?
please help me to answer,if you are know the answer
what is the theme for this poem ?