What can I do?

I, myself, am only one
Not two...
I don't find this much fun.

I count the work left for me,
There is so much that still needs doing.
I can't see how soon I'll be free,
It's not a walk or soft shoeing.

With a deep breath and sigh,
I roll up my sleeves.
At least I have to try,
gathering the paper work into sheaves.

The clock ticks on,
I forget the time.
It seems to move wrong,
Syrupy feels like this climb.

For a moment I pause,
I open again my eye and all done I see.
I look around for the cause,
Because that can't be.

As I was busy and consumed in myself,
My brother had slipped in,
And left a note on my shelf.
"Saw you working all tired looking.

"Thought you might need a hand,
I didn't ask, I know,
But you could barely stand.
I helped only a little, just to show...

"You are not alone, because we love you so."

I read again the words so sweet.
Who knew that that day,
I needed that small, gentle repeat.
So, as you go along just say...

"I love you,"
And see how your day will go.
You will make a difference, too.
How much difference a little love can show.