Camp Letter #9

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 #9

The watercolors on my stationery are based on the gorgeous illustrations by Olivier Tallec (not tracings, but amateur attempts) in this marvel of a book. I’m hoping that my sketches and watercolors are getting better … and that Lila will know I’m thinking every day of her.

In the story, Arthur, who still can’t find a poem and is not sure that Lolo’s answer or Mrs. Round’s answer was the right one, so he goes to see his friend old Mahmoud who comes from the desert! Will he EVER find the answer to “What is a poem?”

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

Table of Contents for Letters To My Granddaughter Next: Letter #10 with watercolor

Love,