That time his father arrives,
the child quickly sits in a sofa.
Little eyes glare at the father;
mother takes weedy smile.
Elderly heavy voice just breaks in,
-“Don’t do it, go to bed.”
The child looks into the air,
Rattles the wind, tears in little eyes,
Mother is silent, as if
she wants something behind underscore.
So that she has not to bear
the child’s playing campaign.
Father forgets to play with
the child after returning home.
Before understanding the fault,
the child goes to bed, crying.