"The courage that my mother had"
The courage that my mother had
Went with her, and is with her still:
Rock from New England quarried;
Now granite in granite hill.
The golden brooch my mother wore
She left behind for me to wear;
I have no thing I treasure more:
Yet, it us something I could spare.
Oh, if instead she'd left to me
The thing she took into the grave!--
That courage like a rock, which she
Has no more need of, and I have.
By Edna St. Vincent Millay