four wheel drive
Coffee cup holders middle or side
heated seats and steering wheel too.
Which make or model?
Too much choice
‘When we leave home will you do what old people do?
Buy a really expensive car
because you don’t have us to drive around?’
I want to say,
‘It makes me heart ache to think of that day’
‘There will always be place in my car, my home, my heart for you two’
I turn away and think.
The car I will chose then will be a horse,
so that I can ride
hips swaying gently,
hair pulled back loosely in a matching pony tail
down a dusty road
lined with olive trees to a village
where I am home and known
where I can buy fresh bread
and sit a while
in the square
drinking mint tea
in cupped hands,
before filling old saddle bags
with home grown tomatoes
and riding back up the winding track
overlooking the glittering sea
to lay a large wooden scrubbed table
under the wisteria shade
to break bread
with the hands of people I love
whilst the sun dapples our skin.
‘A horse’ I say.
‘When that time comes I will travel only by horse.’
rolls his eyes
runs his fingers over
a shiny bonnet
and drifts away.
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