BETTY-LOU

I wrote this when I really knew she was dying; she loved it!


BETTY LOU


Her coat was red, her hat was too
Under hair so snowy white
Her lips were painted red as well
Her eyes, oh so bright.

We met in church one winter Sunday
And I knew right away
That I liked this classy lady
Who, too, had lived away.

Many visits and trips to the city
We became close friends
Playing cribbage & telling jokes
Recalling our childhood sins.

We'd been daughters & we'd been wives
Each had a girl and a boy
We both loved our horses
We bring each other joy.

We see each other rarely now
Do our talking on the phone
Always worrying about the other
Since we both live all alone.

Her health has given us a scare
But now the worst is past
Soon she'll paint her lips bright red
And move not slow but fast.

A stranger once, forever my friend
There's none other like you
What a blessing you have been
My chum, my pal....my Betty Lou!


We lost her in Nov. 2010. R.I.P., my friend, until we meet again.