A True story

"Grandma wants the purple pistol!"
my four year old came to me to say
"Whats that again?" I asked her
as she turned to leave the room to play

She had to re-think the odd request
then repeated the statement loud and clear
"Grandma wants the purple pistol!"
then I watched her turn and disappear

I wondered just where Grandma was
afraid the mood I'd find her in
A purple pistol? What the heck?
I looked for Grandma with chagrin

She wasn't in the parlor
Her bed was made up nice and neat
I found her in the bathroom
sitting on the seat

Her face was down and ashen
She wasn't looking well
She looked up when she heard me
expecting something, I could tell

Embarassed now, I told her
that I didn't understand
what it was she wanted
I'd heard it secondhand

"What is this purple pistol?
I've no idea indeed!"
She laughed in spite of how she felt
"Its Pepto Bismol that I need!"