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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