The Locket
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Sheena Blackhall
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It rests beside my heart. I keep it warm
Your baby-hair. I rub it like a charm
To plug the dam of tears from spilling down
Unconsciously my fingers stray to hold
This talisman, to shield it from the cold
I close my eyes, you're in your christening gown
It isn't done, today, to wail or keen
Grief must be hidden, antiseptic, clean
Without this silver anchor I would drown
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