to the memory of Betty King, April 27, 1932 – April 22, 2019
She walks in beauty, the poet said, like the night.
But you walked like a fresh spring morning,
Alive with hope; bright with grace.
You filled your pocket of time with loveliness;
Adorned each moment with beauty.
Your memory hangs on the air like a breath.
Your laughter echoes in my ears.
Your life, quilted with love, blankets me.
You come to me now on the scent of a dogwood blooming in April.
And each delicate blossom brings to bear all the fullness of life.
©stephanie pepper, 2019
To know Betty is to know that she was a connoisseur of all things beauty. Art, literature, music. Flowers and pretty little plates. And I could share 10,000 memories and they wouldn’t scratch the surface.
Through my lifetime I watched her live with grace and grieve with dignity. And always holding everything up was love.
Betty loved poetry. This is my humble attempt to honor her in verse.
stephanie pepper 
Every time I read it, I love it all over again.
💙💙💙
I’m sure I didn’t do her justice, but I tried.