I told my mother that I would sing “Happy Birthday To You” to the moon tonight at 8:00 o’clock her time. She was supposed to look at the moon so that she could hear me sing a birthday song for her. She has always been thirty-four on her birthday. I am now older than she is.
At 10:15 I noticed what time it was, so I ran out to the front porch and tried to find the moon. I had left my mother standing outside on her porch in Saskatoon, Saskatchewan for fifteen minutes waiting to hear me sing to her from Gilbertsville, Pennsylvania. I hate being late. I hate making people wait for me even more.
It was raining and overcast. I remember where the moon was last night, so I looked in the direction of where I thought the moon should be. ( I assume that if the moon was over my neighbor’s house last night, it is in the same spot tonight) . It was raining, but I was protected by the roof of the porch.
I did not turn on the front porch light. I looked at the sky at the invisible moon and sang in the dark,
“Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday Dear Mommy, Happy Birthday to you.”
