Caren Krutsinger Poet Free verse

Finding the Old Typewriter

We found the old typewriter in 1967
None of us knew whose it was at one time
It was hidden in a corner of great grandma’s attic
At this time, I was using an electric typewriter.
This antique typewriter was nigh onto impossible to use
You had to push the buttons with the force of a sledgehammer
We did not find the unfinished novels until two days later.
Great grandma’s daddy had been a writer!
This intrigued me. No one had ever said this to me before.
I felt a kinship to him as I read his pages. He was pretty good.
I wondered why everyone had discouraged me from becoming a writer.
It was obvious now that the talent is in my family.

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Kim Rodrigues March 2, 2022 at 12:06 PM True or fantasy? I loved when I learned that my grandpa (died when I was two) wrote poetry. Caren Krutsinger March 2, 2022 at 7:53 PM It is fantasy

Ilene Bauer March 2, 2022 at 12:05 PM i love this story, caren! well told, too! Caren Krutsinger March 2, 2022 at 7:53 PM Thank you - I take a bow

L Milton Hankins March 2, 2022 at 9:42 AM What a treasure! Caren, I really believe that some talent comes from past lives. I played the piano at three without a single lesson. I play by ear and read music. I have no idea how I can do this, but it comes quite naturally. No lessons ever! The only explanation is that in a past life someone taught me piano. Since I play somewhat in the style of Mozart, I have wondered if I was one of his proteges. Caren Krutsinger March 2, 2022 at 7:53 PM I believe we take our talents throughout our incarnations.