Swirling

Who will stay up late

Who will rise in the morn

Who will read the story if not you

Who will fetch the water or the tea if not you

Oh the ocean gently recedes and then crests again

relentlessly reminding the sand

that the moon guides the high and the low

as the ocean gently recedes and then crests again

If not you then who,

allow me to hold the hand

to wipe the brow, to fetch the tea

and take care of the emotions

and the front door guests

who bring casseroles and cakes

if not you then me