"Excuse me! Is it yours.?"
Asked a sweet boy of thirteen,
Unaware of anything, in my own thoughts I had been.
Again he shouted from behind,
Please turn back, it will be very kind.

"It fell from your hand bag while you were walking."
Oh! So sweet of you child! I said while thanking.
In my own thoughts I had been,
Thinking about my grandson teen.

Carrying groceries as I went,
Thinking of pleasant memories, that I'll spend,
Happy about meeting my grandson for the first time,
How does he look, I wondered all my way,
Suddenly the boy who returned my purse wanted something to say,
"Do you know me.?" Was the question he asked!
Confused and puzzled I stood,
Beckoned the teen under a large wood (tree),
Stood there a smart young man,
Came he with a woman, towards me in the cold frost of Jan.
"Hello mum" said he while I adjusted my spectacles,
Hello my son was my reply and I kissed him upon his forehead,
And suddenly felt something around my feet,
Joyous I became as he was my grandson sweet.