and I do rember her. She was
sweet and naughty with
humour. The word humble
was not a word she knew.
She loved my bed and my
food. This is her in
intaglio, on paper.
Most of my life ends up
on paper it looks like.
The other day I had some
visitors, P.C. and Elvis,
Petter and Fredrik
and Kari.
I enjoyed that!
They saw my life
on paper.
My book is a part of it.