"No one ever thanked him."
This poem by Robert Hayden is a reflection back at a time earlier in his, or a character's, life. He now realizes how much his father actually did for him. Many times his father got up early on a Winter Sunday to warm the house and get everyone else ready for the day. The author regrets the fact that "no one ever thanked him." He recognizes all the good that came from his father, and is mad at himself for not being more appreciative. He is offering advice to other kids to not take what their parents do for granted. The last two lines were confusing to me. I think by saying these last two lines, he is admitting that as a kid/teen he thought he knew everything. Now, he realizes how much he misses and appreciates everything his father did, especially on "those winter Sundays."
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