Tuesday, February 1, 2011

An amethyst remembrance

Me with my mom, Eleanor Carter Brubaker,

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