
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