My Delicate Pink Hair Clip! Poem by sophia hayyat

My Delicate Pink Hair Clip!



How hurt i was when one morning i found
Under my pillow, broken into two?
My favourite hair clip..
I chose pink color where Nosh red.
It got to have little butterfly on it
With tiny dots in white.
My eid was spoilt,
Leaving me upset for days..
How excited was I when I made mama buy me
That clip...'sophie dont be silly, it's delicate. you'd break it in a day'
But i wont listen as 'usual'
I hate advices...
So many hair clips, but why that clip still hovers my memory?

That broke again..
Last night..
In my dream.
I woke up and it was lying under my pillow
BROKEN.
I couldn't protect it,
Or own it?
God snatched what i love the most.
He knew that i got it after so much insistence..
He was aware that i wanted to have it for long..
No no! for life..

My delicate hair clip.
It broke again
Last night
In my dream..
I buried it once and for all
With care and love,
To evade the memory
Probably i did not want to own the pain
Probably i am not that much strong..

We spent together few days
But bound was so strong,
My love was so strong..then how come he left?
I, myself broke it,
I got overprotective.
I did not want anyone even to touch it.
How defensive I got when my cousin touched it.
'Better put it under pillow or it would be left
broken by her, early morning'...
I could keep it in my 'special' cupboard?

My pink delicate hair clip..
I broke it..
No!
My attitude..
No!
My irrationality broke it.
My irrationality, this time,
Broke me after thirteen years..
Why does it make me cry after thirteen years
Mama warned me but i was obssessed.
Why dont i listen to advices?
I WANT MY HAIR CLIP..
I REALLY DO...

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Eddie Roa 20 January 2009

a poignant piece about a girl dealing with loss. All the emotions and sentiments on the loss of something of value are expressed spontaneously and refreshingly.

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