My Pillowcase

The soft silk provided security and warmth,
Stopping my head from going bald.
But as the years went on,
I grew attached to the raspberry chocolate coloured fabric.

During the first year, the pillowcase formed a perfect rectangle,
But after many years of flicking folding and tracing,
The original rectangular form was replaced with a shapeless pile of limp fabric.

When I was naughty,
My punishment always revolved around my pillowcase.
One afternoon, my father reached for the scissors…

My pillowcase had cuts and bruises,
But no matter how damaged my pillowcase became,
I never stopped loving the feel of fabric on the tips of my fingers.

The silk went everywhere with me,
There was never a place seen by me without my pillowcase.
I loved and treasured the silk fabric.

It was softer than the Queen’s finest silk,
As comforting as my own mothers hug.
With each flick, the silk would form perfect bumps and crevices,
That I still long for to this day.