I love the color red

I have for several years,

it’s color is like no other.

Red reminds me of tools.

Of the red screwdriver

From the bag you gave me with your name on it

Red reminds me of your buick in the garage

That i pretended to drive in with you

When I was little.

It reminds me of the Suburban in the driveway

That’s been there as long as I can remember.

That you tried to fix and it felt _so good _to see you in a car again,

Even though it didn’t work.

Red reminds me of that squishy ball

you gave me after your stroke.

As I get older,

My love for the color red fades,

but nonetheless,

Red reminds me of _you._

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_- Dedicated to my Papa_