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
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Maybe one of these...
The Grandkids
