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Red Maple

The red maple we planted between the sidewalk and the curb
Is taller than the house now, and the leaves are starting to turn
You’d have called it crimson; you had a way with words
I miss you so much, I cry

Chocolate chips, flowers, and toothpaste
I made a list, but today it seems useless
Sweetness and beauty, and not being toothless
I miss you so much, I cry

Had we wanted a symbol, we’d have planted an oak
But I liked a maple’s color and how fast it grows
This year, it’s darker: it’s almost purple
I miss you so much, I cry