Inspired by Matthew 7:7-11
Dad says, “Ask for help when you need it.”
Then he sits down to figure the problems with me,
sometimes Googles the answers.
But when I wanted to push the trampoline
against the house so I could fly
off the roof, he said “NO.” Really loud.
When everyone’s in the car waiting
but I can’t find my shoes,
Mom says, “Open your eyes and look.”
She points to patent leather toes poking out
from under my bed. She sees everything.
But when I wanted to peek at my Christmas presents,
I searched from the top of the empty guestroom closet
to the bottom of the spidery crawl space
and Mom wouldn’t give me even a little hint.
Both of them say it’s not polite
to bust into the neighbor’s without knocking
even if I need to use the bathroom bad
and I can’t make it home in time.
So I always knock. Now.
Still, I’m nervous about
when to ask and when to think about it some more,
when to look harder and when to sit tight.
I only sometimes guess what they want—
but somehow they always know what I need.
Maybe that’s what makes them
the boss of me.
Inspired by the Come, Follow Me readings for February 25-March 3