Ruth Jackson’s birthday should be a national holiday   4 comments

(2012) June 12th, today would have been my mother’s 83rd birthday. She died four years ago. I want her here with me. I wish her Happy Birthday on my drive to work. I smile at the mountains she would love to see each day as I do and would have painted them once.
I take a walk through Santa Fe neighborhoods on my lunch break. It seems that since my yoga class the night before with a nurturing teacher who encourages and soothes, I’m still feeling aware and relaxed. Shortly into my walk I meet a young man holding the hand of a child that I guess is two-years old. She’s chattering about the dog behind a fence and pointing. When she nears me she says, “Good Morning” in a sweet grown-up way. I look back at her and the sunlight shines her hair like a new penny. I have the strongest sense of my mother who loved red hair and told me that before she became pregnant with my red-haired brother Dan, she had watched a woman walk to communion during mass one Sunday and the light through the window crossed the woman’s red hair and lit it making it glisten in reds and golds. Mom said, “It looked so pretty. I said to myself that I would love to have a baby with hair that color.”
My mother adored babies. They held a magic for her that remained her entire life. I continue on my walk and come to a park where some children in karate clothes are getting a pep talk from a coach. Further along an old woman sits on a park bench appearing to enjoy the sunshine. She holds a wooden rosary.
“Good morning, It’s a nice day to sit in the sun.”
The woman smiles and turns as I walk behind the bench. She holds her hand out and I squeeze it gently. She points to her mouth and shakes her head, which I take to mean that she does not speak English. I smile again and wave and she does the same. And again, I feel my mother’s presence and I began to cry. Lucky, I am so lucky to have had the kindest mother a child could know. And know that always she was supportive and proud of me. Lucky is a funny sounding word. I am sad, happy, and grateful to feel her presence.


Posted June 16, 2012 by strongjacksonpoet54 in Uncategorized

4 responses to “Ruth Jackson’s birthday should be a national holiday

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  1. oh so lovely . . .my son turned 27 on june 15th and I am feeling oh so nurturing and now nurtured. I feel close to you today, my dear one.


  2. Just beautiful…I felt your love for her. I have no doubt but what she was very proud of you! And you have passed the that love to your children.


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