Greetings to you, our family, from Ukraine.
The roses growing in the garden sway with the wind.
Do you recall who is writing to you?
I write this while I sit on the Oak Bench.  
When you were small, many, many years ago, we sat there.
My letter comes to you, now as a guest to you, our Family.
I pray one day we see each other again.

cc: Chagall 2022