Two Umbrellas

Two umbrellas hang and drip
Some puddles on the floor,
A brief reprieve, for in a bit,
We're heading out the door.

They look the same, like strawberries,
But differ in their size.
The smaller one is Hadley's*
And she loves it (no surprise).

For I remember my umbrella
When I was a kid.
Nothing made me feel grown-up
Like that umbrella did.

So in the pouring rain we'll walk,
Two berries held above,
Protected from the elements
By nylon and by love.

*my 2 1/2 year old granddaughter