By Cooper Cavicchia
To pull the metal splinter from my palm
my father recited a story in a low voice.
I watched his lovely face and not the blade.
Before the story ended, he’d removed
the iron sliver I thought I’d die from.
I can’t remember the tale,
but hear his voice still, a well
of dark water, a prayer.
And I recall his hands,
two measures of tenderness
he laid against my face,
the flames of discipline
he raised above my head.
Had you entered that afternoon
you would have thought you saw a man
planting something in a boy’s palm,
a silver tear, a tiny flame.
Had you followed that boy
you would have arrived here,
where I bend over my wife’s right hand.
Look how I shave her thumbnail down
so carefully she feels no pain.
Watch as I lift the splinter out.
I was seven when my father
took my hand like this,
and I did not hold that shard
between my fingers and think,
Metal that will bury me,
christen it Little Assassin,
Ore Going Deep for My Heart.
And I did not lift up my wound and cry,
Death visited here!
I did what a child does
when he’s given something to keep.
I kissed my father.
Im this poem on the surface level the author seems to be talking about his wife getting a splinter and bringing back a memory of his father but I feel that this poem goes much deeper than that. Lee Young’s father went to jail for a little while during his life so he was not able to see him much, but yet the way he describes his father is as a calm and loving man. He could be having these memories because he wants to hold on to the good times with his dad and keep his dad in a positive light when the world is trying to put him in a different light, because he is in jail. The memory he has in this story is his dad removing a splinter but doing it in a calming way that made him less worried, so when his wife gets a splinter he tries to do the same thing his dad did to him so she could feel more calm trying to recreate the moment and feelings for his wife. He had learned a lesson from his dad on how to create a sense of tenderness for the person who is in pain. One of the main themes that I saw in this poem is how the lessons you learn as a child influence the person you become, his having this experience with his dad allowed for him to be more tender and caring to his wife, if he did not have this experience he would not have reacted in the same way. This poem also has a theme of gifts can be knowledge and memories not just tangible items, With the title being the gift you would think it was about a present or something but no it is about the good memories and knowledge he learned from his father which could end up being better than any tangible gift that you could get. The last theme that I noticed was to be calm in times of stress or urgency because not only will it help your state of mind it will also help the state of mind of the people around as seen firsthand with the wife and the author as a boy. Another important aspect of this poem is the author’s tone that he speaks in and the phrases that he uses to create a tender and calming voice, he uses phrases like “Low Voice” and “tenderness’ to show the at-home feeling that his father gave him in this memory. He writes this poem in a narrative way writing like he is telling a story just like a memory is a story from the past. Also just like a memory, the author goes from talking about the past to the current to back to the past, which is similar to memories and how they come in phases and in pits and pieces not all at once. The author writes in a free verse and does not have a rhyme scheme wich shows how this is a poem about memory and you cannot control memories or when they come so I feel that is when he does not try and control the poem to much and be strict on the structure and rhyme. All and all I think this poem is about remembering his father, but not just in remembering his father I think it is a thank you to his father. The last line is “When he’s given something to keep. I kissed my father.” he is thanking him for the skill that he has given him. He taught him a lesson and how to be calm and tender in times of stress which he was able to do to his wife it is “the gift” that keeps on giving.