On Caregiving

Stronger than we could be
Yet gentler than we would be
Love is not unkind or rude
And elevates life above the crude
Cold doldrums of our lives.
Its tender mysteries we behold
In rich and poor, in young and old
The loss of self is its dear cost
Life’s beauty won, illusions lost.

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