can someone help analyze this poem ? 10 points.?

My next-door neighbour tells me
her child runs into things.
Cupboard corners and doorknobs
have pounded their shapes
into his face. She says
he is bothered by dreams,
rises in sleep from his bed
to steal through the halls
and plummet like a wounded bird
down the flight of stairs.

This child who climbed my maple
with the sureness of a cat,
trips in his room, cracks
his skull on the bedpost,
smacks his cheeks on the floor.
When I ask about the burns
on the back of his knee,
his mother tells me
he walks backwards
into fireplace grates
or sits and stares at flames
while sparks burn stars in his skin.

Other children write their names
on the casts that hold
his small bones.
His mother tells me
he runs into things,
walks backwards,
breaks his leg
while she lies
sleeping.

A nice poem,written from harsh perception of a cynical neighbour.It shows whats wrong with society.Because of failures within the medical professions etc people are becoming the judge. Because the poet describes the events so harshly it forces you to believe the neighbour is truthful and the mother is abusing her child.

‘Cupboard corners and doorknobs
have pounded their shapes
into his face.’

Children play with doors and can bump their heads,catch their fingers.

‘cracks
his skull on the bedpost,
smacks his cheeks on the floor.’

climbing out of his bed in the dark he could have bumped his head and tumbled on the floor.

The mother would not have described her sons injuries in this way. This is the neighbors wording of what they believe to have happened.To instill an uneasy story to arouse the emotions they want the recipient to feel. Its one sided.

My 22 month old son who can clear his cot unscathed,can maneuver himself over the stairgate,into the kitchen and move the chair to climb onto my sides without so much as a red mark,has also missed his footing on my bottom stair and busted his lip,has run accross the lounge in excitement tripped and hit his head on the radiator causing a huge bump and bruise to appear could easily be the little boy in this poem ( although im not asleep when it happens lol)….

In this writers words he would have ’smashed ‘ his face of my bottom stair causing his mouth to bust…would have cracked his head on my radiator ,body crumpling to the floor.

There are two sides to every story why must we always jump to the unthinkable ?

Parakeet Talking – Neo Walking Backward and flying to Mommie