Fruitfulness And Messes Poem by Glen Kappy

and once again, thank you, neal. yes, i thought of my granddaughter who is so dear to us with her daunting energy and ranging interests. and our apple tree which can drop fifty or so fruit a day in our back yard before, amazingly, giving so many still in late summer. and, more recently, the appearance of a curve bill (a great songbird) busy on the ground in our front yard leaving little messes as it gathers; there used to be a nest in the cholla on our corner which got trashed when an entire over-weighted branch collapsed; i'm hoping there'll be a new nest in there. -glen

hey, laurie! yes, i remember you commenting of my little poem about walking under a mulberry tree. i also had in mind children (as in be fruitful and multiply) and my granddaughter more specifically. even after she picks up after herself, i find things, have to wipe her grimy handprints from the chairs she sat on, the doors she opened, the lights she switched on or off, etc. i may have told you i'm a clean freak, so i notice these things. but weirdly, perhaps, they endear her to me. -glen