
A true story of my mum breaking my beautiful umbrella when I was about 7 years old. I was heartbroken. It seemed to matter so much, and after my mum died the two things came together in this poem. This is the cat who caused the incident.
It was mother of pearl, you said
With precious jewels, you said.
I loved it so much
I took it to bed.
It would shelter me from the rain, I thought
It was mine for always, I thought
I loved it so much
Thank you. You bought
Home a treasure for me
A pleasure for me
That lit up the night
The jewels so bright
Then the cat went up the tree
You took my mother of pearl
(You didn’t ask me)
To hook him down
(He was stuck, you see).
You broke my umbrella,
My mother of pearl,
Then you threw it away
The gift, for your girl
I have found no replacement
There’s nothing so fine
I thought that my mother
Of pearl would be mine
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