Sundays too

In the poem "Those Winter Sundays" by Robert Hayden, it is written from the son's perspective. It starts with the words, "Sundays too" which to me means that on Sundays which are supposed to be a day a rest, his father would rise just as early as he does during the weekdays. He does not take rest, because he starts a fire before everyone else gets up so that they are not cold when they awake. He puts that duty, amongst all others during the week, upon himself. He gets no thanks, and his sons speaks indifferently towards him. Because then he did not know what he does now. He did those things out of love, he did not need thanks or gratitude. In resemblance to WIlly Loman, he also works hard day after day. The difference here is that Willy requires those thanks and songs of praises in order to think of himself as successful. The father in this poem does not do that, he just rises every morning and does what is needed to be done. Whereas with Willy's perspective on life I do not see that it was so easy for him to rise every morning without effort and do what needed to be done. This might be just because I am from the Midwest but I see this as a difference in lifestyles. I see the father in the poem to be a hardworking man who keeps his head down and just does what is needed and sees success as being able to have a happy, healthy family with food on the table. Willy represents a different lifestyle. He represents someone who thinks that success is having everything in the world at your fingertips, not having to cook your own meals or do the work anymore. Someone who takes health for granted, like it should just be there. This week reading these stories and thinking about them in terms of the world we live in today has solidified to me that it is so important that we view things with a positive attitude, because so much of our life is affected by our attitude towards what happens. We cannot control what happens to us, but we can control how we react to it and what we decide to turn that experience in to.