An amethyst remembrance

Me with my mom, Eleanor Carter Brubaker,
1936-2011

I held a jewel in my fingers

And went to sleep. 

The day was warm, the winds were prosy

I said: “’Twill keep.”

I woke and chid my honest fingers—

The gem was gone; 

And now an amethyst remembrance

Is all I own. 

– Emily Dickinson