I came to her
an education slob,
convinced degrees
identified worthy
friends. I heard her speak,
knew she married young,
her husband signing
her report cards.
I knew she’d been
in Recovery decades
while I wore
unmatched shoes
since I packed poorly.
I needed a sponsor
and my friend trusted her,
I asked and she accepted.
I still want to edit her emails
but edit my recovery…
nobody can do it better than she.