TIME
Watercolour, private collection
This was my grandmothers´ typewriter. I can still hear the echo of keys, from a time that has long since past. My heart is filled with tenderness, and an all too familiar ache.
What ever happened to time? The one that stood still when I wanted to play and granny smiled “good night.” I search my brain for a memory. When did time disappear? Maybe the day I forgot to listen, and granny stopped hitting the keys.