Camp Letter #12
My correspondence with my granddaughter in sleep-away camp
I wrote letters every day while my granddaughter was in sleep-away camp for the first time when she was eight years old. I was reading the wonderful book This Is A Poem That Heals Fish by poet Jean-Pierre Siméon (full details in the Table of Contents).
Here’s Letter #12
See the singer who sings her song that flies out of the cage. What will Arthur do now with this answer? We’ll find out soon!
Note: My granddaughter calls me Savta; thus the “Love, Savta” at the close.
Table of Contents for Letters To My Granddaughter Next: Letter #13 with watercolor
Love,






Words with wings. I can imagine your granddaughter getting another moment of joy from your daily missives.
That grandchild must be beside herself when those letters arrive