I want to plant a willow tree,
Weeping to be exact.
The sweeping branches will tickle the memories of all our years together,
Weeping atop the ferris wheel with the joy of declarations of love.
Weeping with tears of laughter through hours and days spent together.
Weeping with tears of relief as we realized THIS WAS IT!
Weeping when the glass shattered and everyone shouted MAZEL TOV!

I want to plant a willow tree,
Weeping to be exact.
Weeping when the stick showed the blue cross +
Is that what we think it means?!
Weeping in ecstatic disbelief.
Weeping when he was born, black head of hair.
Perfect and crying so loud.
Weeping in those early baby days. It was all so hard.
Weeping with tears of joy when it all got so good. So perfect it all was. So perfect.

I want to plant a willow tree,
Weeping to be exact.
Are there enough branches for the tears we’ve cried?
Weeping, heaving, heaviest of aches…
You held me and I held you that first night. How did we ever wake up?

I want to plant a willow tree,
Weeping to be exact.
Here we are under the swaying branches tickling our memories.
Grow willow tree, grow!
Weeping to be exact.