Those winter Sundays

In this poem the father works all week and no one every thanks him. I thought it was interesting that the one day he has off the father goes and thanks someone else. I thought that Robert Hayden’s tone was hateful and resentful that his father lived a thankless life. Which made me wonder why the little boy can’t thank his father himself? The last line “What did I know, what I did I know of love’s austere and lonely offices.” I automatically thought of The Road and being a parent in general. I think being a parent is full of gratification but you don’t really get thanked in till your children are old enough to fully realize how much you sacrificed and did for them. This poem wasn’t the warm happy Sunday poem I thought it would be but I thought it was still interesting.