Tap, tap, tap.
That’s the sound I associate with my mother.
Her fingers flew over the typewriter, clicking the keys with authority.
She typed letters, short and long.
This typing professor handled manuscripts and reports and minutes, always minutes.
Concentrating, with her tongue caught between her teeth,
She set the margins just right.
While she could wield an eraser with vigor, it seldom was necessary.
She typed fast, but she also typed accurately.
Those clicking keys lulled me to sleep, made me curious, inspired me to work.
Yes – my mother could click those keys.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
– Jenny Munro