An explication of "Late Poem to My Father."

"Late Poem to My Father"
Sharon Olds.
Suddenly I thought of you
as a child in that house, the unlit rooms
and the hot fireplace with the man in front of it,
silent. You moved through the heavy air
in your physical beauty, a boy of seven,
helpless, smart, there were things the man
did near you, and he was your father,
the mold by which you were made. Down in the
cellar, the barrels of sweet apples,
picked at their peak from the tree, rotted and
rotted, and past the cellar door the creek ran and ran, and something was
not given to you, or something was
taken from you that you were born wit…