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Rated: E · Poetry · Religious · #2183951
Inspired by Matthew 7:7-11
When my math homework makes me angry,
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
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