Analysis and Write-Alike of a Story of Self

"daddy this time" by Jacqueline Woodson

Story of Self: "daddy this time" by Jacqueline Woodson

 

What is this?  A poem from Woodson’s memoir-in-verse, Brown Girl Dreaming (2014)

 

Text:

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"daddy this time"
by Jacqueline Woodson

Greenville is different this summer,

 

Roman is well and out back, swinging hard. Somewhere

between last summer and now, our daddy

cemented the swing set down.

Roman doesn’t know the shaky days--just this moment,

his dark blue Keds pointing toward the sky,

 his laughter and screams, like wind

through the screen door.

Now my grandmother shushes him,

Daddy resting in the bedroom, the covers pulled up

 to his chin,

his thin body so much smaller than I remember it.

 

Just a little tired, Daddy says to me, when I tiptoe

in with chicken soup,

sit on the edge of the bed and try to get him

to take small sips.

He struggles into sitting, lets me feed him

small mouthfuls but only a few

are enough. Too tired to eat anymore.

Then he closes his eyes.

 

Outside, Roman laughs again and the swing set

whines with the weight of him.

Maybe Hope is there, pushing him

into the air. Or maybe it’s Dell.

The three of them would rather be outside.

 

His room smells, my sister says.

But I don’t smell anything except the lotion

I rub into my grandfather’s hands.

When the others aren’t around, he whispers,

 You’re my favorite,

smiles and winks at me. You’re going to be fine,

 you know that.

Then he coughs hard and closes his eyes, his breath

struggling to get

into and out of his body.

 

Most days, I am in here with my grandfather,

 holding his hand

while he sleeps

fluffing pillows and telling him stories

about my friends back home.

When he asks, I speak to him in Spanish,

the language that rolls off my tongue

like I was born knowing it.

Sometimes, my grandfather says,

Sing me something pretty.

 

And when I sing to him, I’m not

just left of the key or right of the tune.

He says I sing beautifully.

 

He says I am perfect.

Part 1: Analysis

Read through the story of self above and then answer the questions below.

 

Example: If you’re having trouble, here’s an example of how to analyze a story of self:

 

 

Your turn:

  1. What aspect of selfhood is this writer focusing on?
  2. What are the moments or events they focus on in relation to that aspect of selfhood?
  3. What is the tone of this piece? Or, how does this writer feel about the aspect of selfhood they are writing about?
  4. What details and images do they use to communicate that tone/feeling?
  5. What are three words you would use to describe this writer, based on this piece of writing? What can you tell about their personality, values, or passions?

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Your Turn:

Set a timer for 15 minutes and go!

Part 2: Write-alike

 

A write-alike is an exercise in which you take inspiration from the format, structure, and themes of a piece of writing, but replace the original content with your own.

 

The Original: “daddy this time” is a free-verse poem focused on the relationship between the speaker and her grandfather.

 

Questions to think about for your Write-alike:

  • What is a defining relationship in your life? Who makes you feel the way the speaker of this poem does in the presence of her grandfather -- cherished, un-self conscious, important, able to do difficult things?
  • When you close your eyes, what are moments with that person that come to mind? What are sensory details you can remember from those moments?

 

Starters for your Write-alike:

One way to start your write-alike could be to imitate Woodson’s final lines:

He says I sing beautifully.

He says I am perfect.

Replace the “He” with the pronoun or name of the person you chose, and change the details for your own. For example:

 She says I’m funny.

 She says I’m special.

And then continue your poem from there.

 

Example:

"daddy this time"
write-alike
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