mothers day poem #7
(in a letter from my father, 1960)
“Your mother is in Chicago working on
her American Music project. Some day
I’ll have to harness her ability and energy
to some enterprise in which the pay is
in line with the genius brought to the task.
I could retire! The current joke around here
is that I have taken care of Mommy for
Mothers Day in fine shape. I took her into
the stationers and let her read the cards.”
©2018 Jacqueline Jackson
This article appears in May 10-16, 2018.
