The umbrella looks so black now
i remember the color, it being so deep, and so bright
but now, the moth holes distract from the cob webs and dust stains
i don't know what happened to my mother
i just know that her spirit is broken
the children didn't call anymore
the dresses became too small
the doors never opened anymore
that once great dream of traveling all over the world with a wind carrying you
that was over
my mother is gone, and the kids, their parents, they say she is never coming back
i wasn't sure, but watching her sing by the window
the old lullabies she used to write in her sleep
they weren't beautiful anymore
her voice was scratchy, not like it used to be
i don't know what to say
if it's not fair
if it's good for us
i just know that she's alone
and the umbrella is useless now
no more songs, no more lullabies
my door is locked
and the wind is gone
