Letter #18: The Last Letter!
Correspondence with my granddaughter at 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 Camp Letters #18: The Last Letter
And Arthur sees!
Note: My granddaughter calls me Savta; thus the “Love, Savta” at the close.
Table of Contents for Letters To My Granddaughter I hope you enjoyed this marvel of a book by poet Jean-Pierre Siméon and illustrations by Olivier Tallec! (amateur watercolors by me:)
Love,
At last, Arthur; at last!
Such a marvelous book and your letters, Mary, brilliantly recreate its pages. I will miss your excerpts from it and your charming watercolors of Arthur's community This mini series so beautifully epitomizes your enduring theme "Only connect. . . "
That last page of the book: I'd love a print of it to hang on my walls. Those "definitions" are wonderful.
The fish were always the best