Happy Mother's Day to my sweet friends . . . something for you from one of Rockland's finest minds.

The courage that my mother had

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

The courage that my mother had

Went with her, and is with her still:

Rock from New England quarried;

Now granite in a granite hill.

The golden brooch my mother wore

She left behind for me to wear;

I have no thing I treasure more:

Yet, it is 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.

"The courage that my mother had" by Edna St. Vincent Millay, from Collected Poems. © Harper Collins, 1981. (Thank you Garrison Keillor -- Reprinted with permission by The Writer's Almanac.)

Baby Edna
(with dog of course . . . you know me!)