It does not diminish the impact of these blows nor their brutality. The blows were so hard that the “pans slid off the kitchen shelf”, the blows were hard on the poet – “Such a waltz was not easy” – and also changed the boys' point of view. The poet says that the father hits "time on my head", that is, the blows made his childhood disappear, time ran faster for him, beating him like his father, as if to make him mature faster than the others, but it does not accuse. his father about that. An accusing finger is indeed raised, and it is towards the mother, who "could not unhinge" her "face", as if the poet's mother did not react to maintain this or that frown which would leave her "unworthy ”, as if stopping his father from beating him is not part of his duties – blaming his father.