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I am sitting in the corner watching my brawly husband and sweet little boy dance clumsily around the kitchen. That man is so rowdy, he drives me crazy! Coming home from a hard days’ work, still dirty with whisky on his breath; I work all day keeping up with this house and his mischievous little fella. How can it be, that this brute comes home and messes it all up in the amount of time it takes to dance the waltz! Honestly, I am cross by his complete disregard for my accomplishments; nevertheless, how and I stop this memory from unfolding? Look at the way that the little boy looks at his strong daddy with such admiration. His eyes are so fixed on that hard working, dedicated father who daily sacrifices his body to labor on the behalf of our
...s his father tucks him into bed. He reflects on their lives. They have had their ups and downs, their struggles and their victories, and all the way his strong hand has held onto him tightly and never let him go. And Theodore has hung on to his father noticing that even though his knuckle was battered, he still didn’t let go of him. He writes that every step Papa missed it hurt him too. He doesn’t care if his ear scraped the buckle, he is just glad to be along for the ride. He is proud of his father and his legacy. With the image of his Papa waltzing off to bed the little boy is still clinging to his shirt. With this image he is letting the reader know that not only does is he proud of his father and all that he taught him in the short time he was with him, but he is clinging onto his memory every day.
Today, people tend to believe that hitting a person is abuse. Although, many people can connect with ¨My Papaś Waltz¨ by Theodore Roethke, the intended audience is himself illustrating a past memory of his childhood. The controversy of the poem is whether itś a good or bad memory. While the subject of “My Papa’s Waltz” has spurred a passionate academic debate from professors, scholars, and students alike, the imagery, syntax, and diction of the poem clearly supports the interpretation that Theodore Roethke wrote “My Papa’s Waltz” to illustrate on a past memory of his drunk and abusive father.
“Tricky business, fathers and sons. In my case, a lot needed settling,” (7) acknowledges author Craig Lesley in his personal narrative Burning Fence: A Memoir of Fatherhood. This book delves into relationships between fathers and their sons. The introspective writer employs flash-forwards and flashbacks, effectively keeping the reader enrapt and drawing connections between the generations of Lesleys. Near the end of the book, the writer inserts effective concluding thoughts he holds towards his father. While the memoir displays an unhealthy view of unforgiveness, it portrays the importance of a father figure in a child’s life.
"My Papa 's Waltz," by Theodore Roethke 's, is a poem about a boy who expresses his affection for his father, but at the same time expresses a sense of danger that comes from the father. The poem appears to be a snapshot in time from a child’s memory. The uplifting experience is created through the father and son’s waltz while the father’s uncontrollable movements juxtaposes the menace of the drunken father.
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The boy comprehends the severity of the situations he is faced with, such as lack of food or water, and treats his father with the same respect and equality that the man gives him. He insists on sharing his portions with his father when they are uneven, and he remains cautious at all times, even when his father is not. The boy’s fire is fueled by his love for his father, which is shown by the boy’s priority on caring for his father’s wellbeing, just as the man does for him. This love and responsibility, manifesting in the form of self-sacrifice and compassion, lies in direct juxtaposition to the rest of the world, where selfishness and indifference reigns
Out of this week’s works of literature, the family in “From Going after Cacciato” by Tim O’Brien stood out the most to me. Not that it reminded me specifically of my own family, because I was raised in a single mother household. I would say that the reason it got my attention was because of how Private Paul Berlin spoke of his father so well. My interpretation was that he and his father had great relationship and enjoyed one another’s company. As I was reading the story I noticed he spoke of his father often. He continued to recall what his father had said “Ignore the bad stuff, look for the good.” (O’Brien, 236) His father seemed to have given him some words of wisdom before leaving for war. As a child I always yearned for my father to be in my life. Although Paul seemed to talk well of his father, it seemed to me that there were some unspoken issues between his mother and father. He spoke of how his mother hid booze in her perfume bottles and his father
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Round and round the cycle continues. His being and presence followed me. Place to place, country to country. The weight I was never able to get off my shoulders, the burden that clung desperately to me, the undying terror that followed me with each step I took. His musky sent that constantly lingered on me; no amount of time spent sobbing and scrubbing in the shower, ridded the scent and touch of him. The man that had etched my memories with his tall muscular build, scruffy red-head beard, and his callous hands. To the public he was a well off man – educated and wise; to my mother he was the replacement father figure in the household after the leaving of my father. Behind closed doors, unknown to the eyes of the public and my adoring mother he was my tormentor, my demon I never got rid of.
I wearily drag myself away from the silken violet comforter and slump out into the living room. The green and red print of our family’s southwestern style couch streaks boldly against the deep blues of the opposing sitting chairs, calling me to it. Of course I oblige the billowy haven, roughly plopping down and curling into the cushions, ignoring the faint smell of smoke that clings to the fabric. My focus fades in and out for a while, allowing my mind to relax and unwind from any treacherous dreams of the pervious night, until I hear the telltale creak of door hinges. My eyes flutter lightly open to see my Father dressed in smart brown slacks and a deep earthy t-shirt, his graying hair and beard neatly comber into order. He places his appointment book and hair products in a bag near the door signaling the rapid approaching time of departure. Soon he is parading out the door with ever-fading whispers of ‘I love you kid,’ and ‘be good.’
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The wasted face of a little child looked out of the windows with eyes made wild, by the ghostly shades in failing light, and the glimpse of a drunk man in in the night, cursing and reeling from side to side. The poor boy trembling and trying to hide, clung to his mother’s skirts and cried, Papas coming!
Despite the importance of the subject, I struggled with the assignment. My desire to honor Papa was consumed by