Those Winter Sundays

 

In this short poem the writer talks about how a child’s father would wake up bright and early when the weather was still cold and the sun wasn’t up. As the poem reads the father has devoted his life to his kids, doing manual labor his whole life to support them. when the author says ” then with cracked hands that ached from labor in the weekday weather made banked fires blaze.’ In my own opinion I believe that it is trying to say that he worked hard to give them a warm place to live, furthermore it goes on to say that nobody ever thanked him for all the hard work that he did for them. The author does a great job of giving the reader the noises that the house made when warm air took over the house. “I’d wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking.” This whole poem relates to my life in a big way considering the fact that my father does construction work for a living, it wasn’t till a couple years ago that i realized what he went through to get me some of the things that I wanted when I was a kid, or what he gave up to be at all of my events and never once did I thank him until then. Same as in the story the author never realized either till it was too late; he even went as far as to shine the shoes for them. However since that was almost the only time they saw him nobody the author acts like they didn’t really know the man that was taking care of them, it says that they speaked to him differently.  Furthermore the last line of the poem confused me, “what did I know of love’s austustere and lonely offices?”

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