Analysis of Little Father by Li-Young Lee?

Question

I need to write a paper on the analysis of "Little Father" by Li-Young Lee. Please help me understand what it means! Here's the poem...

I buried my father
in the sky.
Since then, the birds
clean and comb him every morning
and pull the blanket up to his chin
every night.

I buried my father underground.
Since then, my ladders
only climb down,
and all the earth has become a house
whose rooms are the hours, whose doors
stand open at evening, receiving
guest after guest.
Sometimes I see past them
to the tables spread for a wedding feast.

I buried my father in my heart.
Now he grows in me, my strange son,
my little root who won’t drink milk,
little pale foot sunk in unheard-of night,
little clock spring newly wet
in the fire, little grape, parent to the future
wine, a son the fruit of his own son,
little father I ransom with my life.

Answer 1

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Even though her father has died, he still lives in all that she sees. He is not in the cold ground, but is celebrated in the life all about her