NaNaNer

Wearing my Hat

Something happened the other day,
they called you on the phone.
They wrapped me up in cotton wool
and someone brought me home.
The family came to see us,
I recognised them all.
They went out with such sad faces
and whispered in the hall.
You wept when you washed the dishes
and did the other household chores.
You said that you were tired
but I think I know the cause.

I'd started wearing my hat
indoors.

For a while we were together,
you washed me in the bath.
The soap, your hands, the water,
made me want to laugh.
But you screamed at me just yesterday
when again my lap was wet.
You told me your life was misery
and you wished we'd never met.
Later, saying you were sorry,
you hugged me to your chest,
but it had scared me when you shouted loud,
I'd tried to do my best.

You called somebody the other day
and cried into the phone.
The car came in the afternoon
and took me away from home.
It left me in this lonely place
of iron beds and shiny floors.
You seldom come to see me
and I think I know the cause.

I'd started wearing my hat
indoors.