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Dad
In the delivery room,
He took me in his arms
I felt the crisp Bank bills in his shirt pocket,
jingle of coins in his pant pocket
I knew it,
This man was my ATM card.
I snuggled close to him
Gave him a huge smile.
8/3/2025
Written by
Salmabanu Hatim  72/F/Tanzania
(72/F/Tanzania)   
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