My Grandmother

My grandmother's poem explores the relationship between the speaker and her grandmother. It focuses on the feeling that she can once see her as a way to express her way to her and see it - and perhaps still feel - regret and guilt. The poem is divided into four parts: the first part explains her grandmother working in the shop; the second part makes her guilty; the third section shows her retirement It is. In the last section, after her grandmother's death, the speaker reflected herself and her grandmother's life.

This true story happened to the grandmother's mother who still lived in a small village in Mexico. When my grandmother was a young girl, her father was infected by other women. Of course, this destroyed the family, and my grandmother's mother asked him not to see the woman again. He told her that he would not meet her again after her last trip. My grandmother's mother barely allowed him to do it. Her father left the day for days. It was already late when he finally did it. When she woke up to a scared scream from the main room, my grandmother and my neighbor's sister and brother slept. Then she heard the most terrible roaring sound she had ever heard.

When I was a child, I have heard of this through the story of other people, of course, but my father seems to be a little liar. My family hired Vivian, a woman who helped my grandmother around my house, and occasionally saw the child when my grandmother left home to carry out errands. My father likes Vivian very much and finally hired her. She has seen me and my brothers for years to death. Anyway, my father likes nature and all its living things, but I do not like Vivian. One day my father caught some black snakes and was not poisonous so I decided to defend them. So they entered the washing machine

After my grandmother's death, my mother started a difficult task of cleaning the house. Among the items she found, there was my grandmother 's childhood doll. They are about 100 years old and are in various devastated conditions. They are emotional worthy, but I and I did not know how to collect dolls or modify them. I studied the values ​​of them and decided to sell them on Ebay. Apart from that, it - my grandmother's doll, she was named "Jiminy Christmas", its shape is so bad that I do not know anyone to buy it. The head of the doll is molded from a hard compound. In most cases, only one eye and one corner remained and disappeared. The soft body is dyed and the left arm is missing