you live, gramma

By Cheryl Marie Wade

you live, gramma in my dreams & memories where you walk with the sureness of age & hold a promise earth & body are one you are a silvery spirit my furious phantom in your loving palms cactus flowers bloom in your eyes stories never told & your laughter the full life of an ordinary woman (in earth or heaven is there anything more extraordinary) always i hold you in my heart swirling swirling & i embrace the breeze from your full skirt of magic sorrow & blue iris

Poems recorded in the carton but not printed here Known only from a folder tab At the end of the carton, fifty-eight folders were photographed closed, as tabs only, and never opened. Several are plainly poems, and their titles are the only record of them in these photographs: Crip Crone Dreams in Rainbow Circus, Desert Verbena at Sunset, The Door, A Dream of Flight (a second copy), Dreamstate, Dude, Dylan Concert Collage, Eight Years/Thirteen Years, Fat Women, Fever Blister, First Kiss (a second copy), Gimp Hands (a second copy), Hilcani, The Capable Womon, and others. See IMG_9657–9716. Present but not transcribed “Brown Bird” survives as a tear sheet from POETALK, May 1992 (IMG_9619–9620), read here only closely enough to establish the publication. “A Night Alone” was published with “all that sits between” and “Thewayshetellshim” as “Three Poems” in The Disability Rag, September/October 1992 (IMG_9522), and is not otherwise in the carton. “American Wedding” and “At the Wedding” (IMG_9545–9548) exist only as drafts so heavily overwritten in pencil that no reliable reading could be taken at the resolution used here. Deliberately excluded Sections 2 and 3 of Emerging (IMG_8441–8442) are marked on the page as Patty Overland's work and are not Wade's. The Emily Dickinson quatrain quoted in Finding Words (IMG_8474) is Dickinson's. “Dreams” (IMG_8435–8437), despite its title, is a prose memoir, as are “Evening”, “Independent Living” and “The Friend”.

About this poem

A companion poem to “The Braid”, which it follows in A Woman With Juice and in Finding Words (1995).

We’re not sure of this poem’s title. Wade left it untitled, so it is known here by its first line. We haven’t yet found a published version of this poem. If you know its title, or where it was published, please get in touch.