“Charity” by Maria Goodson

I learned that my great grandmother

watched over her neighborhood.

 

She cared for her own family,

but also kept her eyes on her block.

She raised her own children,

but also knew the kids on her street.

She loved her own family,

but also spread her love around.

 

I learned that my great grandmother

noticed when a child needed something.

 

She noticed when her sons needed

help with their homework.

She noticed when the child next door

didn’t have a school uniform.

She noticed when a little girl across the street

needed a little attention.

 

I learned that my great grandmother

gave what she could to every child she could.

 

She bought school uniforms,

she baked cookies,

she listened.

If a child was not getting what they needed,

my great grandmother would help.

 

It’s so simple. It’s so vital.

It’s not charity. It’s just love.

I hope there’s enough of her in me

to see the world and not lose hope.


Maria C. Goodson is a writer in Baltimore who co-runs a monthly reading series. Learn more at writersandwords.net.

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