He looks to the playground;
seeing only a little boy,
alone on the swings.
He thinks to himself,
where could my daughter be?
The little boy
on the swing lifts his head,
looking back at the father.
The father just sitting there,
(WONDERING)
where his little girl is.

I grab my backpack.
Smiling as I run to fathers car.
It takes him a moment to long,
to realize that little boy...
Was his daughter,
alone on the swings.