Those Winter Sundays by Robert Hayden

I think the part I liked best in the poem was the last few lines, which reflected a sort of regret that I was all too familiar with. The poem made me sad. Very often we take things for granted and it is only at the end that we realize how much those things made a difference. It seems like those typical relationships between a father and a son, and their not being able to be open with each other. Although at first, it doesn't seem like a very good tribute, towards the end, we see how much the persona valued his father, elevating his ordinary chores to "offices".