Each morning Mom remained behind
in the cabin at the shore
to vacuum and cook and tidy-up
while the rest of us trudged down
to the beach in our flip-flops,
lugging chairs and balls,
blankets and buckets, rafts, food,
lotions and towels.
But my wife doesn’t do that today
when we rent our place on the Cape.
Instead she sits majestic
beneath her umbrella moving her lips
as she reads her book.