“What do you want
The hot summer sun
illuminated the room and wrapped
itself around us;
though he wore a jacket inside.
He sat in the armchair
petting one of our cats, who
accepted his frail frame
as a throne.
“Christmas?” we asked,
“It’s so far away.”
He watched my daughter,
scribble on paper.
“She needs a pony!”
All granddaughters need ponies
and purses and grandmothers and
“We have to start buying presents,”
Though the dazzling sun pushed
thoughts of hot chocolate and gifts
far from our minds.
There were appointments and tests and results and
between now and
It was the last thing on our minds.
But he wanted the perfect presents for his wife
his two sons
and his granddaughter.
Amid his perplexing medical state,
his only question was how to make the
I have never longed for something
I could not have.