X. Vintage Shopping with Grandpa

Grandpa knows European fashion—
he bargains for Vuitton at a vintage store:
a white belt I’ve been eying for years.
His haggling brings me back to childhood:
age four when he’d pick me up from school,
take me shopping at a dollar store,
buy me a toy turtle aquarium,
a snowman painting, then off to groceries,
unwrapping snowball-ice-creams-on-a-tray:
coconut flakes covering, dipped in jelly.

Grandpa stocks his fridge with Coca-Cola
for me, oranges for the ancestors.
He hasn’t been to Tsim Sha Tsui in years.
Everything he wants is right by his Barcalounger.