Amy's White Bird

Amy's White Bird

She called it Jordan,

Who knows why she chose,

That name, that image of fame.

But she was a woman of,

Arty finesse,

A beautiful dress,

And charisma to impress.

I admired her way,

Thought kindly of the style,

She reminded me of a queen.

For she was a woman of,

Beauty sublime,

Characterized by time,

And a presence so fine.

I asked her to do,

Create me a visual clue,

Of the talent she beheld.

She was a lovely woman of,

Talented flair,

Lustrous auburn hair,

And left traces of creation everywhere.

Folded and creased lines,

Brought a reason into life,

Displaying what she'd always held.

For she was a woman of,

Exquisite taste,

Not talent waste,

She'll not be easily replaced.