Robert Hayden's, "Those Winter Sundays", is a poem of a son's regret for not appreciating his father during his childhood. In this poem, the son remembers that he had a poor relationship with his father when he was a child. But he realizes that he was not able to see things from different perspective because he was just a child. As an adult, he understands now that his father was showing his love in different way. He remembers how hard he worked to support his family and provide it with what is needed for a decent life. What makes him feel worse is that "No one ever thanked him".
The son feels guilty for not appreciating his father’s sacrifice all these years. But he was so young to realize that "cracked hands that ached", implies hard work and a the pain his father went through for his family’s comfort.
I believe that we all go through this stage in life. We appreciate our parents sacrifices for us when we grow up because they need our support and help that as they get older. Each one of us plays his role at certain stage in life.
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