The poems “Those Winter Sundays” by Robert Hayden and “My Papa’s Waltz” by Theodore Roethke are somewhat similar poems about respected fathers. In these poems, Roethke and Hayden take an admiring look back at the actions of their fathers although they both imply that they were not perfect. The two poems are different by In “My Papa’s Waltz”, alcohol and begins dancing with him. He describes his father’s knuckles as being battered on one hand and extremely soiled. Making the mother frown, then he ‘waltzed” him to bed.  In “Winter Sundays” by Robert Hayden, the poet also talks about his childhood. On one Sunday morning, his father rises up early and puts on his clothes in the cold darkness. He then goes out in the cold and splits firewood with which he uses to start a fire in the house. After the house is warm, he calls the rest of his family out of bed. He does not get any thanks for doing this but that does not seem to matter.