I asked my son, “What did you learn in Sunday school today?”
His voice, from the backseat:
“That Jesus is always going up and down to the clouds”

Giggles, then a question:
“And what would you be like? To Jesus when he was going up to the clouds?”

My tone, familiar to my son,
the teasing mom:
“Jesus! stop going up into the clouds.
We need you down here.
The Earth is our mother.”

Did Jesus have a mother, who, like me,
could hold a loving boundary,
and keep him from floating away?