There she is this young lady
With whom I am going to dine,
Walking towards me
In her usual purposeful way.
We greet each other
With a loving hug.
We walk to the eatery
And order some food,
Thai this time.
As we eat, we talk.
We talk of many things.
Of her life,
Of mine,
Of families,
And friends.
We look back,
And as we look back
I find she has no regrets.
No problems with wrong decisions,
Just dismisses them without any fears.
As I near the end of my time on this world
We talk of her new life before her,
Her ambitions,
And where her future will be.
She has her plans,
They may be changed,
Changed by circumstances
That come into her life,
But she will deal with these
In her usual positive way.
We talk of music, art and poetry,
And agree that each is subjective
Within each of us.
We talk of her writing
And the joy she finds in it.
The time flies by,
The meal is finished
And we wonder where the time went,
But that is what it is like
When we meet,
Time seems suspended.
She is my Granddaughter,
But better than that,
She is my friend.