Sebastian Martinez
Professor Corona
English 102
I responded to this poem on an emotional
level because I understand what the speaker is going through. Coming from a Hispanic
family I can understand that the mother feels inadequate for not knowing English
well. The first line itself “my Spanish is not enough” invokes a sense of
desperation that she feels for not being able to communicate with her children
in English. At first I thought that line would talk about how her children
might not know Spanish, and that this upsets the mother because maybe they didn’t
really care about their heritage all that much. I also really understand her
desire to better herself by improving her English, as many of the women in my
family have attempted to do the same with varying degrees of success. It’s not
easy, which is why I sympathize with Elena she goes as far as locking herself
in her bathroom because she feels that she is losing her children, all because
she doesn’t speak the language that they’re more comfortable with. What is sad
is how she mentions the times before English started becoming the primary
language of the household. How Elena would listen to her children laugh, sing,
joke, and be able to understand every word of it but not she can’t. How her
husband didn’t bother to help comfort her or have any real opinion on the
matter. What is downright depressing is the way that the story is written, many
of the problems Elena faces seem small but all of those little things
accumulate. Her isolation while making dinner, the casual laughter of her
children and the mailman which, at first, do not seem harmful, but the fact
that Elena was trying her hardest to learn a new language but was laughed at
severely discouraged her. She is scared that she is losing them, “I will be
deaf when my children need my help” gave me the impression that if something
happened to them at school or if one of them was sick, she wouldn’t be able to
help because she didn’t know English and none of her children were old enough
to know how to handle situations like that.
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