My mother would still like to know

what happened to the set
of yellow clip on bows
she bought for my hair
when I was about six. 

She put them in a safe place
ready to use
when I went to a birthday party later the same week
and thirty two years later they are still missing. 

Yet every now and again
she still wonders about them
and does this wistful gaze at my hair, and I know
she’s imagining me wearing them now.

Taken from a post by user SarahandFuck on Mumsnet chat forum, July 2013. Submitted by Uschi Gatward.