Umbrella Me
protection from the glaring sun, heat, and harmful rays,
shielding from the pelting rain’s chilly soaking to the skin,
waiting patiently in the stand, by the door, forgotten until needed.
left behind in foreign places, a burden to be carried,
ever-ready to break your fall a Mary Poppins’ gentle landing.
I love this sort-of persona poem about an under-appreciated object… also how you list its utilitarian functions, but then end with the Mary Poppins magic!
thank you! should of said “you stand” instead to further personify and without the title, could even be a loved one… glad you caught the magic!