The Gift

I really liked this poem. I thought many people could relate to this, since most times when I was a child I would run to either my mother of my father when I was hurt, pleading with them to make the pain go away. The parts where it talks about death such as at the end of the first stanza, "the iron silver I thought I'd die from." or in the fourth stanza, "christen it Little Assassin," seemed over dramatic, which made sense, because a lot of times with children they over emphasize things. The part where the man removes the splinter from his wife's finger was like the way his father had done so for him. I thought it was interesting that it focused on the tenderness the father had towards his son and how the son learned that tenderness and used it later on in life. There it that stereotype that a father shows his son how to become a man, and was interesting that the poem focused on such a tender moment when usually a person might think of moments between a father and son as playing catch, working on a car, building something, etc.
I don't really have much else to say on this poem, I thought it was pretty straight forward.