Taking Care
Jan 3 2024
All her life, she took care.
It was far too late in life
I learned to admire this
instead of feeling jealous
that it meant less time for me.
Tried to emulate her kindness.
Because we all need to be needed.
And because doing good
is good for the soul.
I failed, of course.
Didn't give it my all.
Didn't keep at it.
Or perhaps, it just wasn't in me from the start.
While she was gifted
at doing for others
taking care.
Which she did
with a gentle persistence
that hid her steel.
And how she was able to see
who was in need;
especially those
too shy or proud to ask.
But if virtue is genuine
can it also be instrumental?
After all, we are social creatures,
and naturally desire
to form alliances
accumulate social capital.
Was the endorphin rush she felt
simply evolution at work?
Or do we choose for ourselves?
Her loving nature
and openness,
my selfishness and reserve?
Or is it simply women's work;
that we men, by and large
are too limited
too hard?
In the end, the circle closed.
I cared for her
as best I could,
and she learned to accept
her new dependency;
the help of the loved ones
you'd expect it of,
as well as the strangers and friends
she'd always been present for.
But even then
with gratitude and grace.
We say taking care, not giving
and I think she understood.
That you get out more
than you put in.
That virtue
is its own reward.
That you may die poor
and still leave behind
riches of a different sort.
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