The Rising Sun

Pleasant are thoughts that give pleasure,

The thoughts that only grandchild can give.

Grandchild understands my thoughts,

My emotions, my fears, my anxieties.

The other day, I saw a young boy, around seventeen,

Looking for a book at a bookshop.

The book was available but the boy won’t buy it;

Only hardcover was available; the boy would rather wait for the paperback.

I did not know what the book was all about

But I wanted to buy it for the boy.

The boy seemed adaptable;

Only adaptable survives in the strong winds of time.

In the boy I could see my grandchild;

I could see him taking me to the bookshop, holding my hand.

I could see the future.

I could feel the warmth of The Rising Sun.