Pick A Poet blog because I accidentally wrote a normal blog last week oops - Week 19 - Zoey

            Ummmm I don’t really get this poem. I mean I get it, but it seems like there should be a deeper meaning than what is on the surface. This poem is about Natasha and her mom having a NORMAL day. They are literally just sitting at their house cleaning and doing stuff that people would do on a normal day like maybe a Sunday when not a lot is going on. 

The beginning of the poem seemed like it was going to be really deep. It started out saying that “we mourn the broken things.” I think the “we” in this statement refers to people in general. However, the “we” in the last sentence refers to Natasha and her mom. Anyway, in the beginning, I thought she was going to compare the fact that people mourn broken items to some other type of deep thing that people mourn. Like dead people, or a past version of ourselves (our childhoods), a state of mind that we once had, or even a place we once lived.

My attempt to predict the poem was somewhat a failure because the poem actually turned out to be more about the feeling of disconnection between two loved ones. Natasha and her mother seem to be trying to pass the time with meaningless housekeeping while they wait for some sort of reunion with a loved one. Natasha listens for passing cars and hopes for mail from someone who is away. I think the ending connects back to the beginning about mourning broken things in a subtle way because Natasha seems to be mourning the broken connection between her and her distant loved one. 

Notice how in the beginning when I first started writing I said I didn't get this poem. I figured it out as I was typing this. That always happens to me!!