Question

What is the purpose of this poem?

My grandpa is a mountain,
Brooding, looming, tall.
I stand in his shadow, silent as a stone.
Rattling rusty paint cans,
He gestures toward the shed. I gape
That shed's a squat gray mushroom,
Needing more than paint to fix.
The old man's hands are vises,
Prying open paint cans lightning fast.
Astonished, awed, I gasp aloud,
"Red, yellow, green-and PURPLE!"
My words explode like fireworks.
Anticipating anger,
my mouth shuts like a trap.
Grandpa merely dips his brush,
Paints a horse and hound.
"The horse I harnessed as a boy,
Dog was mine too.
Impulse strikes- a flash of fire.
I seize a brush,
Soon swishing, swirling pictures.
With each stroke, a story.
My words painting pictures.
We share that shed like one vast canvas,
His strokes to mine, my words to his.
We step back, gazing at the stories told.

Answer 1

The purpose of this poem (or known as “theme) centralizes on the grandpa and the shed needing more paint due to the fact that it is getting older— which parallels to the grandpa. The theme is aging and growing older in which the poem makes use of figurative languages for it such as imagery.