those winter sundays

I combine my favorite "aftersun" and the poem "those winter Sundays" by Robert Hayden.
both the film and the poem talk about fatherhood and its inconspicuous role in life. the father both there and there, in the end, is somehow rejected by the heroes, despite his care.
the characters of the works, in the end, remember the moments with their father and ask a simple, but at the same time sad and bitter question - what did I know?
ig: / ktokolya
tg: t.me/conchsosm...