She is riding a bicycle and I'm sitting on luggage carrier, behind her back. We are going to library. She loves books and reading, so do I. Singing she wakes me up in the morning, "nouse kulta, lypsä lehmät, heräjä armas, laita ruoat" it is time to go to school. When I'm a student, living hundreds of kilometers from her, she sends me packets filled with cakes, buns and sweets. Dear memories.

I like to think, that she sits on the same shore where I sit, in my mind.

My mother 12.1935 - 03.2020