Camp Letter #13

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 #13

Here’s Grandma’s answer:

Where now will Arthur go—as he’s still not sure what a poem is?

Note: My granddaughter calls me Savta; thus the “Love, Savta” at the close.

Table of Contents for Letters To My Granddaughter Next: Letter #14 with watercolor

Love,