Thursday, November 30, 0002
Dear Zio,
I will remember you in the summertime.
I will remember visiting and finding you
sitting in the shade of your grape vines.
I will remember you taking me to your garden and your little shed,
showing me your vegetables, your fruits, your hard work.
The most beautiful garden.
I will remember you sitting in your chair in the fresh breeze.
I will remember you reaching up to pick a bunch of grapes, so sweet, for my girls to eat.
I will remember all of this, especially in summertime,
but know that I will remember you always.
With love,
Elsa.
