Underpinnings
Underpinnings: ballast, footing, bedrock, gist, ground, roots (Roget’s Thesaurus)
Mounting fears and unrelenting questions break apart on the memory of my Grandmother’s story. I remember, again, how her story has permeated my life – always – is such a prominent thread in the weaving of my story, and of my family’s story.
My grandfather made my grandmother cut off her long chestnut hair
and throw it in the garbage. Because it was unseemly in a married woman.
My mother heard her cry through the closed door.
It was the only time she ever heard her cry.
No one was ever the same.
REMEMBERING
I don’t know
how old my mother was
or how she happened to be near
when she heard her Mother cry.
I don’t know how she knew
what her Father had done
to her Mother
for her to cry so loud that
she was heard that one time.
Or how she knew – there was
no speaking –
that it wasn’t the only time,
just the heard time.
(The length of her hair?)
But she heard and she knew.
That much is certain.
I don’t remember when
my mother told me her mother’s story,
except that I was a woman then,
with her own first daughter,
my grandmother long dead. Was she
the first to speak?
Already I knew
that part of my grandmother’s “never the same”
was not answering the call her husband heard
to minister in Cleveland.
She didn’t follow him. Against the grain, she
left him, came
To live with one of her unmarried daughters.
Opened a space for speaking.
Did my mother tell me
because I was the oldest daughter?
Or because I now had children and should hear it?
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My Grandmother's Hair
PoetryMy Grandmother's Hair, by Ann Elizabeth Carson. is a social memoir that includes poetry and visual images of the author's art work, Ann Elizabeth Carson, BA and MEd (University of Toronto), Diploma, Arscura School of Art, is a poet, writer, sculpto...