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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