Red Maple Trees November Memories

8 November: the day my Grandma died

I am lucky to have red maple trees out my window
Especially in November
When without losing their dignity they put on a show
One which I always remember
Through these fifty years of looking out and watching them grow
Taller each year but always red

Some who watched with me once are dead
While some who watch with me now were not yet even born when
I gathered those leaves with wonder
For the first time standing under
Those red maple trees of my memories looking up then
Imagining what it would be like now
In the far distant future to share these
Red maple trees November memories

And now I am still standing here somehow

+Steven Curtis Lance



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