Dear Reese,
If only I could live in this summer evening Where you sit at the base of a red pine tree and put acorns, and pine needles, and sticks and a rock or two into the palm of MorMor's hand You help her open and close her fingers around the pile of treasures "Thank you, thank you," she says When we say goodbye And she walks towards her car You blow her a kiss
With Love,
Natalie