Dear Kid,

Once upon a time a friend of mine wrote a poem. I’m not sure what happened to her. We were friends BFB (Before FaceBook) and there are a LOT of people with her name floating out there in cyberspace.

For all I know, she has a different name now. Either way, I’m no longer in contact with her (which is too bad because she was a spitfire Back Then and I can only assume her fire still has a lot of spit in it).

Here is the poem she wrote:

Plump and juicy the apple sits
Upon the window sill.
Mount-watering as the sunlight flits
Over its deep red peel.

I reach down toward this glowing fruit
So round and smooth and firm.
With anticipation I am mute
So I bite; and find a worm.

By E. Hopkins

Now you know why she and I were friends.

Here’s to an infestation-free day.

Love, Mom