Read the poem and answer the following questions     Sundays too my father got up early and put his clothes on in the blue-black cold, then with cracked hands that ached from labor in the weekday weather made banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.   I’d wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking. When the rooms were warm, he’d call, and slowly I would rise and dress, fearing the chronic angers of that house,   Speaking indifferently to him, who had driven out the cold and polished my good shoes as well. What did I know, what did I know of love’s austere and lonely offices?

What is the key message conveyed by the poem?

Experiences of childhood can seem different when looked back on from a parental perspective Experiences of childhood fade away when analyzed later  Experiences of childhood do not fade away when analyzed later  Experiences of childhood can seem different when looked back on from an adult perspective

Experiences of childhood can seem different when looked back on from an adult perspective

The poem explains how experiences of childhood can seem different when looked back on from an adult perspective.