Grandmother+Love+Poem


 * Women Through Time | Anthology of Poems **

Sharon Olds (1942 - )
 * Grandmother Love Poem **

Late in her life, when we fell in love, I’d take her out from the nursing home for a chaser and two bourbons. She’d crack a joke sharp as a tin lid hot from the teeth of the can-opener, and cackle her crack-corn laugh. Next to her wit, she prided herself on her hair, snowy and abundant. She would lift **it** up at the nape of the neck, there in the bar, and under the white, under the salt-and- pepper, she’d show me her true color, the color **it** was when she was a bride: like her sex in the smoky light she would show me the pure black.