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Typewriter with a story: Dad

Typewriter with a story: Dad

A typewriter lay in the corner,
Reminding of old thoughts and yonder,
It had memories,
Of old or golden stories.
I knew my dad used those,
To type letters or prose,
He wrote love letters to my mother,
And stories to reporters.
It lay in the dust
And had got rust.
After my dad's death,
His memories were moist,
But one night I felt,
Someone was typing alone,
In the darkness,
Someone sitting in the corner,
Wrote a letter to my mother.
Chills came down my spine,
When I noticed it wrote,
"I love and miss you,
Tell that to your mom,
Am around and not gone.
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