Tuesday, October 14, 2008

The Hands of My Father


Wow, I just came into this class. This is my 6th blog (your guys 10th blog)! I am getting the hang of getting used to blogs right now. But first of all, my weakness is poems. I have a hard time analyzing and understanding poems. So, I will try my best to explain what I understood from this poem “The Hands of My Father” by Christopher Jon Heuer from Wisconsin.

The first line “Not once did my father sign to me (Heuer).” It reminds me of my father. He did sign to me, but not much. He’d rather speak to me. I want him to learn ASL, but he doesn’t show any motivation that he wants to learn.

This father in the story doesn’t know sign language for his Deaf son (I assume he is Deaf because of the title and the terminologies that they used in the poems). He was a farmer and always works on the tractor. And, he listened to the wind and thunder, and the moaning of cattle. The father seemed to ignore his son, and care about for what he needs. He was too focused on his work outside.

The son seems like he wished that he could communicate with his father. I think connection between a parent and a child is very important. Communication is very important too. Then, when his father passed away, he realized that his father did care about him. He knew that his father regretted not talking to him. He knew he loved him so much.

This makes me think about life is too fast. You need to live today (everyday) as there is no tomorrow. You never know what will happen. Anything could happen. Just make sure you tell your loved ones you really do love them. Talk to them just as if you wouldn’t see them tomorrow. I always try my best to tell my family I do love them every day.

2 comments:

Sharon Pajka,Ph.D. said...

That isn't a bad analysis at all.. but I'm pretty sure that the narrator is a guy since the poem is autobiographical.

Samantha Lee said...

Thanks! I changed it! =D