Grandma Poem Meaning

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A single image or object can justify so many different qualities that one never thought they had, until they've lived the experiences. Like in Cisneros poem, when she suggests herself as a baby, and her mother not knowing of the outcome of her being bad. Cisneros states,
“This is me she is carrying.
I am a baby.
She does not know
I will turn out bad.” When I was a child I thought my family was normal with their dysfunctions but nothing out of the ordinary. Only being until I grew older to then realize that my family was everything but normal. I come across an image of what looked like happiness until it was all gone before my eyes. My grandmothers image to be exact. She looked to be as happy as ever but it was as happy as she’d ever …show more content…

She does not come till later.”, is a place in the passage that I can relate to with my grandmother. An image doesn't have to be in print or have ink to have reality to it. The image I have is almost embroidered into my head. My grandma, being the most perfect being in my eyes, filled with so much pain and discomfort. Words can not come to compare the altitude of suffering that was endured in such a kind soul. We all do not really know what someone encounters during their life until it’s right in front of our eyes but yet we are too blind to see it. Everyone thought my grandma lived this amazing life, starting her own business, having three beautiful daughters (one being my mother), being married at the age of eighteen and having it last until death has done them part, and being loved by so many people. You would think that would be all a person would need. I believe Cisneros was not bad, not like she believes herself to be as. I believe her mother was in a depth of hurt and despair at that time in her life.
In my grandmother's life, this was not the case whatsoever. I don’t believe that any has ever impacted my life and so many others as we she has. She was amazing and the most perfect soul I believe to have ever impacted my life. The image I have of my grandmother isn’t just sad and sorrowful. I see a strong woman who was taken from us far too early. I believe she had a much greater life to

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