The Poetry of Alfhild Berg Salls
The front doorbell's insistent ring
Tells me who'll be here:
A little face turned up to mine
Expectant, friendly, dear.

"Kiku?" he asks. "Kiku? Kiku?"
His language now I know.
The Piracy of the Cookie Jar
Is staged by this elfin pro.

The pleased smile on his play-grimed face
As his hand reaches for the treasure
Stirs my heart with memories:
"Dear child, it is my pleasure."

Alfhild J. Salls
With Love
Maybe one of these...
The Grandkids