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 


you with 

Catholic wakes and

stork song 


in green tea cups

we see you in 

With hugs,

Your Princess…Kae


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