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May 19
Was despite a stressful day at work,
My children came running to me with joy laughing and crying,
Scrambling on my lap,
Hugging and kissing me,
My heart throbbed with getting so much love.
Now they have a life of their own,
They come when they want me to baby sit for them,
Or help  them with their monetary problems.
I am happy,
At least I get to bond with my grandchildren.
Written by
Salmabanu Hatim  72/F/Tanzania
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