THE JOURNEY
Once I was like the rock that fell
from the mountain face
into
the stream…
all sharp edges,
seemingly unchangeable.
Life happened.
Like the rock in the river,
I was tumbled ,
bruised and battered
on my journey,
edges smoothened
and honed on my passage.
Moments of joy,
moments not, … change
softening and polishing
my sharp edges,
my solid core remaining,
but enforced
now with
lessons learned.
Approaching the last chapter
of my long journey, a bit weary
and contemplating
what comes next.
~
Beverly Crawford
A BIT ABOUT ME (Bev)
I was born in middle of nowhere Illinois 88 years ago, attended a one-room country school and, after high school , Brown’s Peoria School of Business. From there, on to Miami, Florida, secretary to the administrator of Variety Children’s Hospital, worked in the Surgical Dictation Pool at Jackson Memorial Hospital, then returned to Illinois when my father had life-threatening surgery. When he regained health, it was on to Indianapolis, where after a brief stint as secretary of the associate director of Lilly Endowment, Inc. Along the way I married and had a son and a daughter and took time being a mother. Later I started as medical transcriptionist and climbed the corporate ladder of Medical Records Inc. to the position of regional supervisor until I retired in 1999. I’ve dabbled in oil painting, miscellaneous arts, creating journals, recreational writing and, of course, poetry. I live with my son and wife in an over-55 community in Plainfield, Indiana.
Show me a photo of something old and abandoned
And I lapse into what used to be
I wonder at what viewers will conjure
At an abandoned old photo of me.
