“Finding A Long Gray Hair”

An old campbells soup can I found in my studio before it was my studio.  I knew someone had used it (probably Florences husband Harold) for years
This old Campbell’s soup can was one of the few things left  in my studio before we fixed it up.  It was filled with nails and I imagine it belonged to Harold, Florence’s husband who used the building as a workshop.

Tara left  this poem by Jane Kenyon on my comments.  It reminded her of the safety pin on the apron.  It’s just what I was trying to say.

Finding A Long Gray Hair

I scrub the long floorboards
in the kitchen, repeating
the motions of other women
who have lived in this house.
And when I find a long gray hair
floating in the pail,
I feel my life added to theirs.

By Jane Kenyon

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