That Night, Those Stars, And My Fatherby Melissa Anderson
That Night, Those Stars, and My Father is a collection of poetry written by Melissa Anderson, born Melissa Beyette in Springfield, Massachusetts. She has been writing poetry since she was twelve years old. It wasn't until her father died in a car accident when she was nineteen that her poetry turned into something more than teenage angst. Since then she has written… See more details below
That Night, Those Stars, and My Father is a collection of poetry written by Melissa Anderson, born Melissa Beyette in Springfield, Massachusetts. She has been writing poetry since she was twelve years old. It wasn't until her father died in a car accident when she was nineteen that her poetry turned into something more than teenage angst. Since then she has written many poems about her father and various other incidents that have changed her. Melissa's poetry is very autobiographical. She says, "Paper seems to listen to my inner thoughts. Without it, I couldn't know how I really feel. The poetry is just the form that comes out." A few of her poems have been published in local newspapers, and she is currently the advisor for a literary magazine where she works. She is also an eighth grade English teacher at John F. Kennedy Middle School in Springfield. She is married to Jon Anderson and now resides in Chicopee, Massachusetts.
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Anderson's poetry is straight-forward and real. You can feel her pain when she write's of her father's death. You can feel her love when she writes about it. The book is separated into three sections Adolescence, Journey and History. You can see her growth in her writing as she gets older, in a way, you grow with her. My personal favorite is called 'Beyond Empathy.' It is a poem that is a response to a documentary about the Holocaust. She gives a graphic description of the things she saw and discovers that she has been 'petty' all these years not knowing the suffering that they went through. Another one of my favorites is 'Season of Forgotten Beauty.' This entire poem is an extended metaphor. She compares a tree to an elderly person. Here are my favorite lines, 'I hold myself up by my hand pressed against your rough ageing skin. / My fingertips feel your pain of another winter season, / And hear the creeks of your brittle arms breaking.' I would recommend this poetry book to people of every age and character. Ther's something in it for everyone.