Monday, October 13, 2008

#10 The Hands of My Father

by Christopher Jon Heuer.

I’ll have to admit that this one was kind of difficult one, I’m not sure if I got all the words right.

This poem about a father and his son, it seems to me that the mother doesn’t exist.  At least she is not mentioned. The father is a hearing person, but has his own opinion of what he wants to hear. I get the impression that he wants to connect with the nature. He doesn’t like talking to other people; he rather wants to hear the animals moaning.

Instead of using his hands to sign to his son he uses them to work with his farm. I’m assuming they are living on a farm because he has a tractor and works with a pitchfork. It’s seems to me that the father is frustrated because he can’t fix his son’s “problem”. Maybe he gets scared of the situation and reacts with anger and keeps a distance between them.

I sense this is vulnerable for the son, who’s the narrator in this poem. He’s is talking about his deafness like it’s something negative and I would guess that is a reaction to his dads acting. It’s like he wants to say he’s sorry for being born deaf. 

Anyway, I believe his father truly loves him but just don’t know how to deal with the situation. The detail in verse four, second and third line is supporting this: “He watched me as if God had set the locusts on him”. And if they live on a farm, they might be far away from civilization and far away from places to learn signing. Maybe his way of showing love was to work really hard with the farm, so when his time has come he would leave a beautiful farm in perfect condition where he could live happy. I get this impression from the last verse where the son feel his fathers apologize through the nature. Like, “I see his fingers in the corn, reaching over the hills and fences to his son”.

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