It could well be
around a camp fire
under the stars
at night
Or
bedside
Telling the child a tender story
Or
holding
the
hand
of my very ill mother
Or here
with
you
And the story is always
about
what it is like
to have your heart in your throat
Would you tell me?
You
know
it
as well as I do
The sun the stars the ocean and more
for just
another day
for
just
another day
for
just
more time