This was no time for play…

This was no time for fun.
This was no time for games.
There was work to be done.

All that deep,
Deep, deep snow,
All that snow had to go.

When our mother went
Down to the town for the day,
She said, “Somebody has to
Clean all this away.
Somebody, SOMEBODY
Has to, you see.”
Then she picked out two Somebodies.
Sally and me.

And then Ian began to snore with his head resting on my shoulder. Tired boy from all the morning therapy exercises. I lowered his warm body to the futon, covered him up with car-blanky, and retired to the office to check the blogs.