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.