Those winter Sundays by Robert Hayden

Those winter Sundays is a very visual poem. I can see the narrator’s father waking up by himself, and starting the house fire to warm the rest of the house. According to the narrator, no one in the house ever thanked him:  it was the norm, he would always start the fire. Just as we don’t think to thank our parents for the simple things they do for their children.

Because the Robert Hayden wrote the poem, it insinuates that he feels remorse for not thanking his father for always starting the fire. Maybe he is the one who needs the start the fire in his home now and no one in his home thanks him for the simple tasks he does.