Was it her?

He thought he saw her from afar,

then he lost her shadow, hidden by a car.

Was it her? Where did she go?

by the time he cross that distance, he really didn’t know.

All he knew was he missed her so,

his darling baby girl, all grown up, but he refused to let go.

It’s been days, months, years since they had spoken a word,

but it felt like yesterday her laughter in his head was heard.

Someone ran up to hug him, in a blur and in a rush,

a woman, he saw, wore a scarf that was the colour of blush.

The scarf was his daughter, and the face was hers too

‘i’m sorry Papa,’ she said, ‘I really have missed you.’




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