Sometimes the news comes
And there’s nothing you can do.
It’s too late, or too soon,
Or the middle of some
That is not yours to tend.
Sometimes they forget to tell you,
Or call late but say,
“Don’t come now.”
You lie awake.
Maybe you pray.
But there’s nothing you can *do.*
Sometimes you are right there,
But immediate needs are bodily,
And it is not your turn to act.
Sit still. Listen.
You can’t always act the hero.
And on those days, those nights,
When your part to play is
Spouse, Parent, Lover,
Let someone else take over.
If they offer to pray, say, “Please.”