Those Winter Sundays by Robert Hayden

I loved this poem because it made me think that I never tell thanks to my parents for all the things they gave me even though I do not feel I deserve them.  I always thought those things were part of their obligations as parents but they only give me those things because they want me to make me happy but the real things that should make me happy are all the smiles at the morning for me having a nice day or them waking up early and giving me a good morning kiss.

I love my parents!