A Surprise

When I walk into
my new room
there is a balloon
tied to a chair.
It says WELCOME.
But that is not
the surprise
I’m talking about.
The surprise is
a brand-new
computer
sitting on the desk
that used to be
my mom’s
when she was a girl.
Grandpa Joe stands
in the doorway
grinning.
“Now you can e-mail
your friend Rose
every day.”