My Sponsor

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 had wore
unmatched shoes.
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.