He headed to her room; he couldn't let it rest,

the burden of his little girl weighed heavy on his chest

She'd changed into some sweats,

he almost did forget, but couldn't

quite the memory of how she had been dressed

He sat down on her bed

"Hon, what's going through your head?"

"I'm sorry that you heard," she said

"I didn't know you were home," she quickly

glanced at the offending phone

"I would have hung up if I had known"

He looked at his little girl, the

frown upon her face, he quickly tightened

her in a loving embrace

"I've missed you so much," she

sank into his touch, he made

a vow to himself to be here for

her more, he'd show her that he

loved her and it wouldn't be a chore

Next time he saw her in that way, it wouldn't

shake him up, he'd watch with careful

eyes as his little girl grew up