Speaking indifferently to him,
who had driven out the cold
and polished my good shoes as well,
What did I know, what did I know
of love's austere and lonely offices?
-- from the poem 'Those Winter Sundays' by Robert Hayden
-- beautifully expresses a sons regret at not thanking his dad enough!
who had driven out the cold
and polished my good shoes as well,
What did I know, what did I know
of love's austere and lonely offices?
-- from the poem 'Those Winter Sundays' by Robert Hayden
-- beautifully expresses a sons regret at not thanking his dad enough!
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