{"id":4503,"date":"2014-08-17T18:50:34","date_gmt":"2014-08-17T18:50:34","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/tanyavelazquez.com\/?p=4503"},"modified":"2019-02-17T03:15:48","modified_gmt":"2019-02-17T03:15:48","slug":"tia-martha","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/tanyavelazquez.com\/personal\/tia-martha\/","title":{"rendered":"Tia Martha"},"content":{"rendered":"

Tia Martha:<\/p>\n

I watch the sun set on her<\/p>\n

brittle braids-dappled<\/p>\n

and dry like the fall lawn.<\/p>\n

Her wrinkles reflect the branches of the tree<\/p>\n

in the backyard-long lines<\/p>\n

mirrored in me and the languid<\/p>\n

live oak. \u00a0We sit silently<\/p>\n

for hours, listening to wind<\/p>\n

the leaves channeling<\/p>\n

the sound of time<\/p>\n

through tired limbs.<\/p>\n

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I was looking through my old hard drives from 2009 and found this. \u00a0It’s a photo I took of my aunt Martha, a few months before she past away. \u00a0She meant a great deal to me and I miss her and her voice telling me to always take care of myself.<\/p>\n

She lived 10 hours from me and I would visit her a couple times a year and so one day I brought with me a\u00a0large format camera<\/a>\u00a0I borrowed from school.\u00a0 I told her I wanted to photograph her but she refused. \u00a0She said, “No, no. Come back tomorrow! I’ll be prepared”<\/p>\n

So, I show up the next day and Tia Martha, had dyed her hair. \u00a0It was this bright redish\/brown color. She looked beautiful! \u00a0I didn’t have the heart to tell her I only had black and white film. \u00a0I don’t think she ever got to see the photo, but I hope she loves it just as much as I do.<\/p>\n

Also, the poem was written to accompany the photo, only I don’t have the authors name anymore. \u00a0But big thanks to her for helping make the photo come to life.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Tia Martha: I watch the sun set on her brittle braids-dappled and dry like the fall lawn. Her wrinkles reflect the branches of the tree in the backyard-long lines mirrored in me and the languid live oak. \u00a0We sit silently for hours, listening to wind the leaves channeling the sound of time through tired limbs....<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_seopress_robots_primary_cat":"","_seopress_titles_title":"","_seopress_titles_desc":"","_seopress_robots_index":"","pp_embeds":"","_kadence_starter_templates_imported_post":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[350],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/tanyavelazquez.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4503"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/tanyavelazquez.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/tanyavelazquez.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/tanyavelazquez.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/tanyavelazquez.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4503"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/tanyavelazquez.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4503\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/tanyavelazquez.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4503"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/tanyavelazquez.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4503"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/tanyavelazquez.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4503"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}