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,” Edna St. Vincent Milla What was the one thing the author wished her mother left for her? the treasure of the golden brooch a rock to cherish her memory her courage something to wear to remember her