Cursive

My mother's signature crests the corner of a 8.5 x 5 inch notebook I find amongst her old papers. My eyes trace the loops, lines, spaces and curves. 

And my mind travels back to an earlier time.

I stand next to her, 

quiet, still, 

waiting for a pause.

Ar

 My brow furrows,

Arta J

working hard to hold my worry until the n.

Arta Jo

With pen in hand, her movement lento leggato rather than the vivace staccato of a keyboard.

Arta Johnso

Her metronomic signature pace slows us both down and befor the t is crossed,

we share a moment between time. 

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