she pours a cup of tea
with the hair that is gathered at the nape of her neck so gracefully

she once was tall as me
though the curve in her spine makes her look small and fragile
she will always be larger than life to me
a portrait of a lady 

the wind chimes out the breeze
and the red birds all gather to watch as she gardens so carefully

got her name and her love of reading and 
the lines on my face look like
beautiful branches of my family tree
and tennessee
and a portrait of a lady 

she will always be 
a portrait of a lady to me

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