What Way?

Lord, what way is there that I can meet the changing needs of mom
     Now that our lives move on into the life that lies ahead?
          I see it not – though even as I write I hear the words –
              ‘Eight hours a day’, ‘press on’, ‘it will emerge –
                   For anything will be if you will do your part
                       With steady push to clean up mess, with art.

Okay, O Lord, and so I press on more this day
     To pictures take, and print, and finish up the task that's mine;
          Here in the folds of this strange world,
               Perhaps not to forever
                   But for now at least –
                        Press on I will – with thanks.

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