I wish he had not been
so tired
when I was
born.
Writing deposit slips and checks
I think of him.
He taught me how.
This is the form,
he must have said:
the way it is done.
I learned to see
bits of paper
as a way
to escape
the life he knew
and even in high school
had a savings
account.
He taught me
that telling the truth
did not always mean
a beating;
though many of my truths
must have grieved him
before the end.
How I miss my father!
He cooked like a person
dancing
in a yoga meditation
and craved the voluptuous
sharing
of good food.
Now I look and cook just like him:
my brain light;
tossing this and that
into the pot;
seasoning none of my life
the same way twice;happy to feed
whoever strays my way.
He would have grown
to admire
the woman I've become:
cooking,writing,chopping wood,
staring into the fire.
-Alice Walker
Well I barely got a chance to read this wonderful poem it is about this young girl that loves her father alot. She misses him now because he is not with her nomore. He also showed her how to cook, with love by him always dancing while he did some good food for her. Also she says that when she was born she had hoped her dad wasn't really tired. That probably means while her mother was giving birth he was to bussy working to provide food to her home. It reminds me of my father all he does is work,and more work. She has manys memorys of him,and so many different ways to remind herself of him too. She thinks of him writing deposit slips and checks always bussy. He also had a saving account in high school which many students don't have now on. That shows he loved to be perpared for life. He taught her alot of things one was always tell the true. My dad always tells me that I think some how this poem connects to my realtionship with me,and my dad. Now she thinks her father would admire her for what she is now. She cooks like him also chops wood starig at the fire. Probably if every father was like this every kid will have a better life.
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