This is poem is called "Letter From Moishe."
It was taken without, really, a lot of changes,
just shortening things.
A letter from my grandfather about a year my grandmother
had died.
A letter from Moishe.
"Not long ago, you came to a new place, and everything was new.
New climate, new scenery, new birds and animals,
and new people.
They all kept you busy, excited.
And now that you are settled down,
keep your mind and body in a healthy and clean state
of mind.
Time does not staying still.
Today, by the Jewish calendar, is just a year
that grandma passed away and we went
to synagogue to say Kaddish.
That means a day of memory, and we have
to say a prayer for our dead.
I am staying with our younger daughter
Ruth in Springfield and very contented.
Grandma is very deep in my heart,
but nothing we can do about it, and we cannot change the world
in that respect.
Last Monday, I finished the painting of a sailboat.
Your father and mother are feeling fine and looking good.
She was in the hospital and came back with a good health.
Thanks God for that.
I'm feeling fine and trying to keep myself busy.
Do you remember when you were five or six years old and I
gave every grandchild $0.50 in new shiny copper pennies and we
were playing with the Hanukkah dreidel, which is atop?
Who won?
And we were excited, happy, remember?
Love, your grandpa.
Shalom.