My yellow, Franprix umbrella

Ladywithaquill

I left my yellow, Franprix umbrella, in a tram in Milan.

I could go on forever about the beauty of the trams in Milan.

About how it feels historic yet refreshing.

But this is not about me, or Milan.

This is about my yellow, Franprix umbrella.

 

I hope my umbrella spends the rest of its life travelling,

In Milan, the city I fell in love with.

I hope it makes more memories there than I could.

I hope someone finds it.

 

I hope it finds someone who loves it more than I ever did.

I hope it finds someone who would never forget it on a tram in Milan.

I hope it finds someone who brings it with them everywhere they go.

Someone who doesn’t hide it away in a dark cupboard.

Someone who is not ashamed to use it in public even when it’s just drizzling.

Someone who could help my umbrella travel more and see the delights of the world.

Someone who could help it meet other beautiful umbrellas.

I hope it meets someone who helps it forget it was ever mine,

Even if I will always remember it as the yellow, Franprix umbrella that was once mine.

  • Author: Ladywithaquill (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 24th, 2024 14:56
  • Comment from author about the poem: Hint: It's not about the umbrella :) (But it still kinda is.)
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 12
  • Users favorite of this poem: Cheeky Missy
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  • Cheeky Missy

    Lovely. This subtly takes readers on a little journey to a dreamy world where we traipse along with the yellow umbrella. Delightfully rendered thus with good imagery, I enjoyed it. Thank you for sharing.

    • Ladywithaquill

      Thank you so much for your comments. I'm glad you liked it.

    • Tony36

      L9ve it

      • Ladywithaquill

        Thanks Tony! I'm glad you enjoyed it.

        • Tony36

          You're welcome

        • sorenbarrett

          A fine metaphor about someone loved but lost and wishing them well in finding another love. A love is not to be kept selfishly in a closet but to be free.

          • Ladywithaquill

            Yes, indeed. To love is to let go 🙂

          • Lorenz

            In Milano I take the metro .

            • Ladywithaquill

              It’s faster yes but I used the tram whenever I could and when I wasn’t pressed for time.



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