My grandmother Margaret Clough is a scientist. She studied biology and worked in laboratories and class rooms majority of her life. She always wanted to be a writer, but felt that science was a more viable option as she thought that no one would marry her; and how was she going to make money writing? In her late 60's she started wring classes and as it stands, at 82 she has two books of poems published. She also has a blog.
Here is a poem she wrote about Hand Naai, a portrait I created that hangs in her kitchen.
PORTRAIT IN THREAD
I look across my room to where
a new embroidered picture hangs,
a picture of a girl, dark-skinned, red-lipped
head held in tattooed hands.
laid down like painted brush-marks
show her sorrow.
Stitched into the cloth I see
the compass of her pain.
And I see
another girl, blond head
bent over wooden frame. She holds
in delicate fingers a sharp shiny needle
and stabs into a canvas cloth
over and over again.