A Four Year Old to Her Father

I followed today's prompt at NaPoWriMo to write a poem about something funny I overheard. My poem was inspired by a memory from years ago.

A Four Year Old to Her Father

By Candace Shultz

I sneak in your bag sometimes, she says.

To put stuff in it? Her dad asks.

No, she denies.

Then why? He replies.

To try to fit in it, she smiles,

Then sits on the ground in his duffel.