There are two things I love: employment law and literature. While writing a column discussing poems about work, I came across a very powerful poem, "People Who Take Care" from Nancy Henry. Here is the start:
People who take care of people
get paid less than anybody
people who take care of people
are not worth much
except to people who are
sick, old, helpless, and poor
people who take care of people
. . .
come and go without much fuss
unless they don’t show up
Isn't that the hand-to-heart truth? Lawyers often see people as workers, not humans. We are unable to divorce their function from their humanity. We only miss them, as Henry notes, when they are missing in action. Think of the barista who knows how we like our coffee, the cleaning lady who gets the starch in the shirts just right, the bartender who makes the just-right martini. Henry then contrasts those who "take care" of others with "people who make more money/tell them what to do" but never sully their hands. And while ostensibly these are the ones in control, there’s something they never understand. Henry is a practicing lawyer. An anthology put together by Garrison Keillor, "Good Poems: American Places" (where this poem appears) quotes her as saying that poetry has been her refuge from the painful parts of and has offered her a way to process practicing law. Ms. Henry, I hear you.



