Those Winter Sundays
Early light, Sundays cold,Father rises, quiet, bold.Warms the house, loves most,Hands cracked, morning’s host.Tends the fire, dawn’s gray,Kindles warmth, cold away.No thanks heard, love in deeds,Silently fills family’s needs.Polished shoes, shirt laid neat,Labors silent, pain discreet.Winter Sundays, warmth does last,Memories of love, from the past.Love in actions, quiet, deep,Father’s sacrifice, world asleep. Summary Those Winter…