Perhaps It Is the Tobassco

On Sunday’s I’m posting poetry written by my mother-in-law, Bettie Lou. Writing poetry was a form of therapy after losing her husband and then her youngest son in 1985.

Perhaps It Is the Tobassco

I can’t imagine my life without you.

It’s no fun watching herons alone,


Drinking coffee without a dash of salt

            When you’re not with me.

Even eggs taste better when you are around,


Perhaps it is the Tabasco.


Bettie Lou died in February, 2010 from Alzheimer’s disease. We’ve organized a team to participate in this year’s Memory Walk on Saturday, September 7th to raise funds for research and awareness of Alzheimer’s in her honor. If you would like to donate, please visit Team B. Lou.

B. Lou...the reason we're walking!
B. Lou…the reason we’re walking!