My Papa's Waltz

In "My Papa's Waltz" the author remembers his father and all of the senses associated with dancing with him.
In the first paragraph, the author makes a comment on his father’s drinking and the smell. “The whiskey on your breath Could make a small boy dizzy.” But as you can tell, he still wanted to dance with his father, even though it was a difficult dance: a waltz.
In the third paragraph he uses the sense of touch to describe his father’s hands. “Was battered on one knuckle;” And you can tell that the author is young in this poem because he talks about scraping against his dad’s belt buckle when dancing with him. I think it brings happy memories to everyone, memories of when we were all kids standing on our parents shoes while dancing with them. It was always fun to do and you would always feel so special while doing it.
In the last paragraph, the author uses the sense of sight by describing his dad’s hands. “With a palm caked hard by dirt.” I think that is a very familiar sight in that a lot of us remember some male in our family as having weathered and dirty hands. They are hands of a hard worker, hands that told the story of working hard labor to earn their money.