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.