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Love letter: Dear morning

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Dear morning,

I don’t know how to explain it.

You burn into my memory like a memory is supposed to: Six am waking up. Grandma bringing in a cup of hot tea. My skates on a towel in the corner of the room, waiting for me to finish my tea, pick them up and go to practice. Daily… for years and years and years.
I still skate on those skates, now just for fun, but tea always starts the day.

It’s my ritual and yet not a ritual at all.
It’s my pleasure and my passion.
My lifetime.

I wish grandma was still here. She was the sweetest of peas.

Postcard: What’s the story, morning glory. Collage, acrylics, inks.

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Comments: 6

  • April 4, 2016

    i miss my grandmother too … i often wonder what she would think of the world today …

  • April 4, 2016

    So beautiful. I never had a good relationship with either of my grandparents, and one of them is still living.

    I do wish that it could be different…

  • April 4, 2016

    You must have been a figure skater!

  • April 12, 2016

    Oh gosh V … I am teary now. What a lovely lovely post! So you were an ice skater? Wow. I adored roller skating with a passion. I couldn’t ice skate at all – it just didn’t work for me. Oh tea in the morning is a ritual for me too – how I love my morning cuppa. I didn’t know my Grandma – but my mother was the sweetest of peas, I adored her, still do. Hugs

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