I have a green kitty-cat bank,
with blue crystal eyes, one missing...
a gift from my dad
when I had my tonsils removed.
I was five.
Though I turned fifty this year,
my precious green kitty-cat still sits
poised proudly on the dresser---
its significance surrounded by love
found in a purposeful purchase.
(My mom usually does the shopping;
yet this treasure came
straight from the heart of dad.)
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