Locket with Hair
This is a very personal piece
It contains a lock of hair from each of my three children
Their future is unknown
One child has already gone
The hair is the only physical part of him left
Commissioning this work was part of the healing process
I wanted the locket to sit over my heart
The locket will never be opened
'...memory is a wardrobe.'
'the real wardrobe is not an everyday piece of furniture. It is not opened every day, and so, like a heart that confides in no one, the key is not on the door.'
The wardrobe had no keys!...No keys had the big wardrobe
Often we used to look at its brown and black door
No keys!...It was strange! Many a time we dreamed
Of the mysteries lying dormant between its wooden flanks
And we thought we heard, deep in the gaping lock
A distant sound, a vague and joyful murmur.
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