Blue Umbrella

Their picture on the nightside table
The smell of cornbread
A quilt upon the bed that reads
"Home is where your family is"
Lilac vase
Baby's breath
Flowers from their cherry tree
Wilted on
The mantel
She held her head in disbelief

Because sitting near the door
Like everything was normal
His boots, his coat fresh worn
His blue umbrella still wet from last night's storm

Address book
Got bad news
Are you sitting down
Arrangements
Locations
Processions
Light refreshments

And sitting near the door
Like everything was normal
Two pairs of boots, one scuffed
His blue umbrella, dry and folded up

Night sky
Headlights
Soft wind
You have arrived
The heavy wooden door
Basically shut itself
She sat down on the couch
Looked back to make sure it was locked

And sitting near the door
Like nothing was normal
A spotless foyer
His blue umbrella away in the closet



Credits
Writer(s): Steph Durwin
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