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!