Dear Doctor Elizabeth,
I am a freshman in high school in Danbury, Connecticut. I was born in Yonkers, New York, not too far from Harlem where you were born. After reading your poem “Tending” I felt really connected to it as well in many ways. My Aunt lived in the Bronx with her two kids and every time I would go there I would hear the Metro-North trains flying by shaking the walls just like you said in your poem. The way you used your vocabulary really drew me in and made me feel like I was at my Aunt’s house. My Aunt would prepare the apartment and a meal for us every morning just like you said your grandfather did. Also you mention the heavy door opening and shutting which replayed in my head. I really appreciate your poem and really enjoyed it as well as it brought very special moments back to me. Thank you so much.