An Invisible Umbrella

She put her small umbrella in the side of her bag, Folded, flap wrapped and buttoned. The umbrella's handle protruded out, As its length was a bit bigger than the bag's. She left a few inches gap at one side of the zip To allow for this clearance. There was no rain forecast, yet she carried the umbrella. ‘Twas, as if, an assurance of security, Against rain, against sun. She kept the bag beside her seat. As she gently held the protruding handle, She gratefully remembered another umbrella of her life; Her dad, her best friend, who still invisibly hovers overhead. Dhaka 09 March 2019