If I ask Him to take me to the moon, He will drive me straight up there
and tell me to sit tight.
If I tell Him I have been to the moon, He will tell me to hang in there, the road is not as narrow and clear but full of bumps and potholes, one hot air balloon festival.
I, for one, sit still looking pretty under the porch, waiting for the mailman and the envelope!

©️ Angela Aguiar