Far away from me,
Was playing a tiny tot.
I remember she is familiar to me,
I love her a lot.
I can't made it out exactly,
But 28 months, was her age.
I called him directly,
In a loud voice with great rage.
We were playing actually,
And I was shouting on him to gage.
For me, he made a sad face.
Like he was feeling sympathised,
'Cause our daughter won the race.
Our shoes were what upon which I sighed.
Suddenly I made out a father's and a husband's grace,
He was wearing shoes unsized to lose the race.
