those winter sundays - Hendy Zelishovsky English II Professor Spollen Those Winter Sundays By Robert Haydon Sundays too my father got up early Even on

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Hendy Zelishovsky English II Professor Spollen February 10 2013 Those Winter Sundays By Robert Haydon Sundays too my father got up early Even on weekends, when it was not a work day, his father woke up early in the morning And put his clothes on the blueback cold He would have to dress in the cold. Then with cracked hands that ached Cracked from cold and labor from labor in the weekday weather made banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him. He’d light a fire for everyone else’s warmth. I’d wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking. Probably what made his father’s hands cracked. When the rooms were warm, he’d call, And slowly I would rise and dress, Fearing the chronic angers of that house, Speaking indifferently to him, The son did not acknowledge what his father did for him Who had driven out the cold By waking early and lighting a fire And polished my good shoes as well. What did I know, what did I know He is eating himself up about treating his father the way he did- that is why it is repeated twice.
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