Dear Gramma Em,

i want you to know i kept

your letters about

stork eggs ….when

you flew to

heaven … but

you didn’t fly away for good

i know

where you left your bumblebee whistle

and honey nest kipfels and

i still visit our

for girls only girl forts ….gingerbread castles… fashion

Easter eggs …hatch

in your cursive

princess letters from

yesterday’s mail

you’re not gone Gramma because

i remember olive eyes … toasted

orange skin….so

your great granddaughters and I

sip sweet sephardic

songs eat

Hungarian angel cakes and

toast

you with

Catholic wakes and

stork song

eggs

in green tea cups

we see you in

Easter

With hugs,

Your Princess…Kae

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