One of your hairs fell out last night: <br />A piece of your life was gone without a sound. <br />I know a difficult day is coming, <br />My heart, pierced, utters a quiet cry. <br /> <br />Let my childhood smile again in the sun <br />And turn me into an innocent little head louse <br />So I can crawl through the jungle of your hair <br />And sing a song of darkness in its fragrance. <br /> <br />Under your fingernail-roof Ill sleep in my house; <br />In my black dream Ill water your black trees. <br />Ill pick black fruits, and hair-jungle bees <br />Will bring me black poems to be opened. <br /> <br />How will I live, without your hair? <br />How will I breathe, without its fragrance? <br />How will I survive, when I am discovered <br />By ghosts of wooden combs combing your hair? <br /> <br />Let me wear shows made of dawn-flowers <br />And crawl without a sound into your sleep. <br />Ill take the place of the hair that's gone <br />And sing of hair-clouds flying from night to day.<br /><br />Ovwigho Joseph Ovedje<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-mothers-hair-2/
