Dear Umbrella

Dear Umbrella, 

 

I sit on a moving train

going fast to an unfamiliar place.

Holding close what is mine 

and seeing multiple faces.

For you sit next to me

no mouth, no nose, no eyes

yet watching me , and comforting

as the time goes by. 

I am sorry I am careless

and don't treat you ideal.

I take you out when the sky is crying

and lock you away

when the tears are okay

transparent but helping me, 

guiding the way.

Letting me jump into puddles 

for you can't hold me all. 

You keep me put in good and bad,

surround me so only the ones I love

can come underneath and understand.

You're my cane although 

I'm not crippled, and have have legs.

You understand that the cracks in

front of me need to be checked

before I can stand;

strong, firm, and in the palms of hand,

I hold you tight and you help me feel grand.

The sound you make forever 

musically in sync with my shoes 

and my heart, 

each bruise and scratch

on your soul brings about

more character to my endearing home. 

 

Sincerely,

Your Forever Grateful Owner