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Feb 2021
After years of being apart,
Frequent pleas to see him,
Begging to hear his voice,
My son came at last!
When they were lowering my   coffin to the ground.
He was crying profusely and pleading for forgiveness,
I saw it all as my soul hovered over my grave,
I forgave,
For him it was too late to hear.
6/2/2021
Written by
Salmabanu Hatim  72/F/Tanzania
(72/F/Tanzania)   
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