Could make a small boy dizzy;
But I hung on like death:
Such waltzing was not easy.
We romped until the pans
Slid from the kitchen shelf;
My mother's countenance
Could not unfrown itself.
The hand that held my wrist
Was battered on one knuckle;
At every step you missed
My right ear scraped a buckle.
You beat time on my head
With a palm caked hard by dirt,
Then waltzed me off to bed
Still clinging to your shirt
2.
Romped- Ran around ravishly
Battered- Beaten down badly
Scraped- Scratched Vadly
Clinging- Hanging on for life
Waltzing- Graceful moving
Unfrown- Always happy
Slid- Quickly moved
3.
But I hang on like death.- Simile
Slid from the kitchen shelf- Assonance
Beat time on my head.- Metaphor
4.
A palm caked hard by dirt- visual
The pans slid from the kicthen shelf- visual
The Wiskey on your breathe- olfactory
Battered on one knuckle- tactile
I feel that the boys attitude is loving towards his father in this poem. Although his father is drunk, he still loves him no matter what. He cherishes him and longs to be with him.