Under the Bright Red Umbrella

Under the bright red umbrella Whilst all around poured down the rain I giddily kissed some fella An attempt to forget my pain. It was springtime there in Paris The faint-hearted ran from the storm Me, oh so hard to embarrass Brazenly pranced in rare form. Until a sudden loud ringing My phone rudely ended my dance The crushing news it was bringing: My mother had lost her last chance. The cancer she fought: aggressive The treatment was iffy at best Agonized cries inexpressive Of my loss, of mom’s final rest. I slumped in the rain for some hours Tears soaking as much as the clouds Until like rare winter flowers Umbrellas all over the crowds. Mom so loved the most vibrant hues Her favorite always bright red I figured I’d nothing to lose Saw scarlet above a male head. Under the bright red umbrella Whilst all around poured down the rain I giddily kissed some fella An attempt to forget my pain. November 3, 2018