I call you in the middle of the night
Ring your phone at this unexpected hour
To find my insulin.
A diabetic for almost 12 years now,
An adult, married, mother of one
And I’m calling you
Embarrassed
Sheepish
Needy

And you are there.

I hang up the phone
Insulin found (thank you, Jesus) here at home
Apologizing for waking you
Perhaps for hours as you sometimes are awake at night anyhow

And you don’t mind a bit.

I hear it in your voice
Know that tone intimately because now
I am a mother too:

For you, anything
Flesh of my flesh, heart of my heart
For you, anything.

I am an adult, married, mother of one
But I am still yours
And forever will be.

And you
You are my mother.

I love you.