I just wanted to punch the women in the face. The poem talks about how a mother and father deal differently with their child’s death. I understand that the death of her first born would impact her like that but she was just being over the top and mistreating the guy as if he is not grieving. The women challenging the guy that he does not see what she sees, but he does he sees the graveyard just not in the same way she does. Why was she acting this way? Could it be because she carried the baby for x amount of months and she felt that the guy was being inconsiderate? But one cannot hold on to grieve for that long because it starts hurting one’s health and sometimes relationships. For me it seemed like she was blaming him of the child’s death. The guy tries many times to talk to her and ask her what it is that she is really feeling. He fails as many times as he asks and tries to get into her head. In her weird little head she thought he had kill the child by digging the grave the child rested in. Did she want the child to stay with her forever even though he was dead? If I were the man in this poem and this woman would’ve prohibited me from speaking about my child I would have probably lost it and told her to take a hike because she clearly needs mental help. I’m tired of all of this poems and stories always having women as victims. I mean I feel her pain but she took the problem to another level. Why couldn’t she tell him what she really thought? Why did it take that long for her to reveal it to him? If he was so willing to listen why not confide in him? Why did she go to someone else to tell her problems? Has she ever heard of washing your dirty laundry at home? She said that “friends make pretense of following to the grave, but before one is in it their minds are turned and making their best back to life and living people and things they understand.” I know why she said this but in this case is not true the guy was grieving in his own way. In the real world though is true. People might say they feel your pain but they never will.
I just wanted to punch the women in the face. The poem talks about how a mother and father deal differently with their child’s death. I understand that the death of her first born would impact her like that but she was just being over the top and mistreating the guy as if he is not grieving. The women challenging the guy that he does not see what she sees, but he does he sees the graveyard just not in the same way she does. Why was she acting this way? Could it be because she carried the baby for x amount of months and she felt that the guy was being inconsiderate? But one cannot hold on to grieve for that long because it starts hurting one’s health and sometimes relationships. For me it seemed like she was blaming him of the child’s death. The guy tries many times to talk to her and ask her what it is that she is really feeling. He fails as many times as he asks and tries to get into her head. In her weird little head she thought he had kill the child by digging the grave the child rested in. Did she want the child to stay with her forever even though he was dead? If I were the man in this poem and this woman would’ve prohibited me from speaking about my child I would have probably lost it and told her to take a hike because she clearly needs mental help. I’m tired of all of this poems and stories always having women as victims. I mean I feel her pain but she took the problem to another level. Why couldn’t she tell him what she really thought? Why did it take that long for her to reveal it to him? If he was so willing to listen why not confide in him? Why did she go to someone else to tell her problems? Has she ever heard of washing your dirty laundry at home? She said that “friends make pretense of following to the grave, but before one is in it their minds are turned and making their best back to life and living people and things they understand.” I know why she said this but in this case is not true the guy was grieving in his own way. In the real world though is true. People might say they feel your pain but they never will.
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