She Is a Rock

She is the rock,
the cornerstone of my Recovery.
She is a rock who cannot be
set aside, ignored.
When I call her she knows,
refuses to accept "okay"
or "just fine" as an answer
to questions. Through the years
she's figured out when my answers
are intentionally vague
and quizzes me to unearth
what I'd as soon remained obscure.
She is the rock to which
my Recovery is tied,
an anchor sure and true.
A phone call at 8:45 each Monday
holds my course strong and true
for the next seven day,
one day at a time.