We start to help when we are small
scraping the bowl of cake mixture,
greasing the tins or doing the dishes.
We graduate to making the beds
with Mum on one side to make sure
that the hospital corners are square.
When we are grown,
and have young of our own,
the habits are solidly planted.
From generation to generation,
the wish to help is ingrained,
never to be supplanted.
Even when we are old
and need help ourselves,
the instinct to help never leaves us –
to look after little ones,
read stories, make jokes,
lend a shoulder to cry on –
every little helps.