Photo of Grandma
Because it’s almost
the only photo I have
of her, my grandmother
is always holding a teacup,
always wearing a light colored
dress with a thin black belt, always
standing to the right of her larger
shadow and the shadow of a ladder-
back chair on the muted wallpaper.
Was she about to fill the teacup,
or put the teacup away? She has
stopped to look at the camera,
with a smile that balances the
sadness in her eyes, as perfectly
as the porcelain cup in her hand.
I could always see my Dad and
three uncles in her face, but now
I can see my cousin Kim, too—
whom I once barely knew,
but now I call my own.