In the Bookstore

In the bookstore; need a gift. Choices do abound. Spend an hour in the aisles, Looking all around. Hard to tell what would appeal; The present’s for a baby. Though his shelves are empty now, Each book elicits “Maybe.” So I stand there, skimming through The shiny cardboard pages, Wondering if this or that Will be one that engages. Finally, I make a choice As patience starts to dwindle. All I hope is that as yet, He doesn’t own a Kindle!