On the day I called, you answered me,
you increased my strength of soul. ~ Psalms 138:3 (NRSV)
She was your mother, of course,
but did that make a difference?
I mean, of course it did, but still
you love us all, called us your family,
claim me these centuries later.
She asked you to fix the problem,
to do a favor for someone else,
not even for her but surely she knew
it was the first. Wine for a wedding.
Frivolous? Just a social nicety?
Why did she ask? But she did ask.
And I can ask, too. I’m shy,
nervous, feel undeserving.
But that’s just me, not you.
You answer me, too.
On the day I get the nerve to ask.
