wishes

wish I were richer
when grandma was bedridden
so I could make my own decision
to buy her a sandal wood comb
and comb her white hair
or to buy her a wheelchair
and take her down for a walk in the garden
on every shiny day

wish I were a better cook
when grandma was bedridden
so I could make my own decision
to buy her an oven
to bake a gluten-free chiffon
or a dozen berry strudels
and she can have a little
only a little bit that her health permits
and I shall finish the rest of them
by her bedside with her watching on
with a wide smile on her face

wish I were bigger
when grandma was bedridden
so I could make my own decision
to live with her
or to stay so close
that she wouldn't have to watch me
from her small balcony
leaving until I was long gone
and could not be seen