Unremembered Remembrance

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I found a hairband in my drawer
Lying forlornly among yellowed autograph cards
A token of my childhood memory
To tame your flyaway hairs, My mother used to say

The tacky plastic gleamed with an artificial sheen 
I ran my fingers across the uneven edges and marred pits
And counted, One, Two, Five, Seven 
I had strong teeth as a toddler, I was a wilful kid

With a casual flick
The hairband fell back into its resting place
Settled among the papers, 
The drawer shut with a click.

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