Theme - Robert Hayden's "Those Winter Sundays" and Arthur Miller's Death of a Salesman

The poem by Robert Hayden and the drama by Arthur Miller are very similar. They both speak about the love in a family. Not the kind of love that is seen in love stories of movies or chick flicks, but more along the lines of rugged bond/love. Both works speak about fathers that are willing to work day and night 365 days a year. No matter what kind of animosity is between the father and child, the father still knows he has a responsibility to take care of the child. There were times growing up where my father/mother and I were angry at each other, but that didn't stop one or both of them from still going to work and continuing to put food on the table. There have been times where I have been mad at my significant other, but it doesn't take the love out of you. Love comes in many different shapes and sizes. Doesn't always look pretty, sound like love, smell like love, or even look like love, but if it is love it will remain. On the reservation where I come from there is a lot of alcoholism. You could even say most of the time there seems to be no love between tribal families. A lot of anger and not so kind words are said. From the outside looking in it would seem like love is a distant, unfamiliar cousin. We all know that when it comes down to it, we will have each other. One family loses and elder, we all lose an elder. It also reminds me of the movie "Click" with Adam Sandler. He is always trying to do what he has to do to get ahead in the business. He thinks by making more money his family will be happier. He realizes by fast forwarding and seeing all his "success" that he really doesn't have anything. That he should be working to live and not living to work.