In the poem “Those Winter Sundays”, written by Robert Hayden, The speaker reflects on his relationship with their father when they were a child, talking about one winter sunday morning in particular. They reminisce on what their father was like and how he made sacrifices for the speaker and their family, things that, “No one ever thanked him,” for. These sacrifices included how the speaker’s father had to wake up early, even on sundays and do hard labor during the week that gave him “cracked hands that ached,” so that his child, the speaker could have warmed rooms, clothes to dress in, and polished shoes. The poem also talks about the bad things that existed despite all of the good things that the father did for the person recollecting their