Diana Hooker

The beautiful fall moon that hung like a dipper

In the western sky last night

Is now long gone

And smiles down upon the other side of the world.

I sit alone in the morning’s stillness

With special thoughts of yesterday . . .

And Diana Hooker.

She sat in a wheel chair, separate from other residents,

In the Soddy Daisy Health Care parking lot.

COVID-19 had taken my show outside

And given masks to everyone.

After my show, she calls out

And tells me tomorrow is her birthday,

“Would you sing Happy Birthday to me?”

I turn the mic back on and together we all sing.

Afterwards, she calls me over,

“There’s something I need to tell you.

I’ve known you several years,

but I first met you through my mother.

She came home one day after your show

And told me about you.

By the way she talked . . .

I thought you were some man from the Bible.

Then when I met you, I realized what she meant.”

For all those years

I thought I was just another guy . . . another singer,

While someone thought I hung the moon.

Never think that you are anyone less.

The one that hung the moon and scattered the stars

Created You in His Own Likeness.