Betty

Betty, you lived your life as an artist;
Do you remember
Showing me
Where sky meets lake?
Watching you watch the light fade
I knew we felt the same ache:

To see the through the mystery
Or maybe just get some insides out

You never pictured you'd live to watch
Your own body giving up
Your hands shake too much to paint;
Alone at 93, all thoughts and memories

Know that I found love
She’s an artist too;
She faces the world openly
Shining through
Just like you

“Well just to do it, not to be recognized so much as just to get it out of my system. You spend a certain amount of time doing it, and it's satisfying, but I'm not a true artist.”
“I dunno mom, you’re a pretty prolific painter, you painted an awful lot of paintings in your life--”
“--I was at one time.”
“--Thousands.”
“At one time.”
“Over the course of your life I'm saying there were thousands of paintings you know, probably.”
“Well I had children to raise.”
“Had you not had children, you might have had a whole different course in that regard.”
“Maybe.”
“It was a dream but I dreamt it was real.”

You are and you're right here
For a moment it's bright here