from Lucille Clifton, Won’t you come and celebrate
with me this kind of life
I’ve owned, carved, or even honed
here on this good brown earth, beneath
both bright sunshine and falling rain.
These paths I’ve walked and wandered,
most often alone but not always. Building
a home where I could breathe and attempt
to leave something of value for
others who might choose to follow.
Whether that be in words, or inky
lines of designs to color, a feeling
shared, a care relieved. Something
solid to keep for whatever time
is still left to me.
Elizabeth Crawford 4/9/2021
Note: Image is one of my small (3 x 5in.) doodles done in sepia ink. Today is my birthday and when I sat to write, I immediately heard the first line of one of Lucille’s birthday poems. Decided to go with it. I thought it was appropriate because she and her poetry were the reason I finally decided to write.
Soul's Music 
There is much to celebrate, my friend – the journey made, the cackles, your Wild Woman spirit, and, not least, your poetry and art. Have a wonderful birthday. Let there be cake!
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There was, there is. My sister brought lunch and three, yes three, of my favorites, freshly baked, yellow cake cupcakes with fudge chocolate frosting. She also took me for a ride out to a small woodland area, where we watched wild geese in a bit of rain. Altogether a very good day.
Elizabeth
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Happy birthday, Elizabeth. It sounds as if it was a good one. I’m seeing my sisters tomorrow for the first time since this covid mess began. Sisters are wonderful.
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Thanks KT, and yes it was a good one. And spending time with my sister is always relaxing and fun. Best part is she baked me my favorite kind of cup cakes. And then got me out and about for a while. She’s great and her birthday is next month. We are only thirteen months apart in age, so we’ve always been close.
Elizabeth
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