Grandma’s Old Typewriter 

I trained on that old typewriter because I knew what I wanted to do. 

“I want to be a writer” I told the old lady

I must have been 7 or 8 years old. 

“You better get a lot of education” she laughed

Still, I trained. 

Now the keys are much easier. 

They don’t care that I can punch through a wall with my index fingers. 

Maybe laugh a little at how useless my pinkies became. 

My middle fingers are agile. 

We manage just fine. 

Author: The Unamused Muse

You know me better than I do.

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