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i understand  why civil  war girls wore lockets

Examining the hairs
on the brush,
hairs from two separate
but equal people
I saw
yet entangled lives,
history.

Odd.
The hairs were speaking.
"Please. Listen."
They plead.
"We speak because we're not
dead, but are evidence of
life."
"Here we are, entangled,
inner-twined."
"We exist."

Sighing, a singular thought penetrated.
The thought made its place
in my head.
Hairs in a brush, treasure?
Somewhat like those in a heart locket
worn by a Civil War Girl.

The tenderest curls from his
head. I gleaned a few
for my own heart locket
to sustain me
when he was gone.



Copyright Jan 7, 2013  All Rights Reserved By this Author
Melissa A Howells Meloo tilt-a-world


A reference to the locks of men's hair kept in, often,heart-shaped
lockets while men went off to the Civil War. There were tintypes as well
women had as keepsakes and, when their loved ones did not return,
remembrances.
(An odd name for the bloodiest war in our history.





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