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I look at you
There’s something about your portrait
That makes me feel
Like reverence is due
Perhaps
It is your eyes
In them lies determination, strength
There is gentleness too
We now have so little of you
That magnificent cloak
An age to weave
The large green Pounamu
A sign of respect
Rests with you.
Above
A low table
Covered with flowers
In a frame
Of dark brown wood
With flecks of gold
Oval
Eye-like
As if you
Are looking at me too.
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