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
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