An old married couple Jim & Bella, together under
an old umbrella,
Of faded floral pattern, of rusted spokes &
leaking hole on the right,
That let in the rain, dripping upon the left frail arm
of poor old Bella,
With soaked arm she kept quiet, & Jim not seeing
being short of sight.
On they plodded through grey sodden, rain spattered, evening
streets,
Bella, by the minute, getting soaked, sopping her pink
cardie wet & thin,
Stopping at corner tea-room for warm cuppa &
something sweet to eat,
As Jim helped Bella to her seat, he noticed that she
was soaked to the skin.
Tears came to old Jim´s eyes, “how selfish of me not
to see, so sorry my pet,
I never even realized there was a hole in the umbrella
right over on your side,
And now maybe you´ll catch a cold & your pretty
pink cardigan is all soaking wet,”
Bella gently smiled & said, “Don´t you worry,
raindrops & tears are easily dried.”
After tea, holding hands & the old umbrella, back
to the rain again they went,
Old Jim making sure that the hole this time was not
over Bella, but over him,
Slowly shuffling with weary years, their way home under
the brolly torn & bent,
Soaked to their aged fragile skin, hand in loving hand,
together Old Bella & Jim.
Both now cold & sodden, but relieved on getting
home safely at last together,
Kettle put on & drying off in front of their
welcoming & warming fire awhile,
Old Jim said, “Bella my love, I think that whilst we
have this terrible weather,
Tomorrow we´ll treat ourselves to a brand new umbrella”
& Bella just smiled.
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