Francis Shelley did a marvellous song called All I Want. This isn’t it.
All I Want
All I want is a Marks & Spencer jumper
Actually, that isn’t even vaguely true.
It’s not the woolly jumper part I want
And need so much but the fact
It would be bought for me by you
Against the cold and I remember
The smell of the cold each winter
The feel of it in my arms
Much as I remember you there too
And walking with blue jeans
And grey turtleneck sweater
That last year of school
Walking with you, walking with blue –
But it always stopped there.
It was a poem I tried to write for you,
Whoever you were going to be
I never really knew till maybe this evening.
The memory of your head on my arm
Bringing me back to you this dawn today
In the still quiet of the birds waking
Then singing the Spring home again.
And maybe this time it’ll all come true.
I can still feel the shadow of your head
Resting on my arm and I don’t know yet
Before this new year ahead if I can dare to hope,
Wondering if this Christmas you’ll take me to the shops,
Bath sparkling around us at the frosty end
Of Michaelmas term, spotlights glowing
On Jacob’s Ladder climbing to Heaven on the front of the abbey,
Chestnut sellers doing well, the choir outside Boots
Heralding angels among us in our coats,
Bright lights all around us, halos of frost too
So sparkling, so bright it could all almost be true.
That’s all I want for Christmas:
A Marks & Spencer jumper,
Lambswool not merino,
Found and bought,
Wrapped and hidden
For me by you.