In the poem “My Papa’s Waltz” by Theodore Roethke, a very sad poem was about how the writer was being beaten by his father. The author’s use of the word “waltz” symbolizes the abuse that he had to go through. The author experienced being abused physically and emotionally by his dad. The father was also an alcoholic, hence "The whiskey on your breath, Could make a small boy dizzy". The father must have made many mistakes in his life and had it reflect onto his son. "At every step you missed, My right ear scraped a buckle". This metaphor referred to the father being imperfect and having his own mistakes hurt the child emotionally. Clearly, this did not sound like a poem about a moment between a father and son, but in fact it was something deeper. In the line "We romped until the pans, Slid from the kitchen shelf". I was immediately convinced that this is definitely not about a dance. The dance on it’s own, was a symbol or abuse. This poem was extremely heartbreaking to me because I cannot imagine living with an abusive parent. I know that people have to live with dangerous people every day, but I will be forever in disbelief that one can manage living in such an unsafe environment. A family should be there to comfort you, not hurt you. I am forever grateful that I can live in a stable home with loving
In the poem “My Papa’s Waltz” by Theodore Roethke, a very sad poem was about how the writer was being beaten by his father. The author’s use of the word “waltz” symbolizes the abuse that he had to go through. The author experienced being abused physically and emotionally by his dad. The father was also an alcoholic, hence "The whiskey on your breath, Could make a small boy dizzy". The father must have made many mistakes in his life and had it reflect onto his son. "At every step you missed, My right ear scraped a buckle". This metaphor referred to the father being imperfect and having his own mistakes hurt the child emotionally. Clearly, this did not sound like a poem about a moment between a father and son, but in fact it was something deeper. In the line "We romped until the pans, Slid from the kitchen shelf". I was immediately convinced that this is definitely not about a dance. The dance on it’s own, was a symbol or abuse. This poem was extremely heartbreaking to me because I cannot imagine living with an abusive parent. I know that people have to live with dangerous people every day, but I will be forever in disbelief that one can manage living in such an unsafe environment. A family should be there to comfort you, not hurt you. I am forever grateful that I can live in a stable home with loving