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 main theme of the poem?

How parenting is a selfless and thankless job  How children behave with their parents  How parents and children have a constrained relationship  Cannot say

How parenting is a selfless and thankless job

The main theme of the poem is how parenting is a selfless and thankless job.