The courage that my mother had, went with her and is with her still
Rock from New England quarried, now granite on a granite hill.
The golden brooch my mother wore she left behind for me to wear.
There is no thing I treasure more, yet it is something I could spare.
O if instead she'd left to me that thing she took into the grave,
That courage, like a rock, which she has no more need of, and I have.
This poem is in memory of my beloved daughter, Tanya Bocking who died 11 years ago on December 10th.
It was written to a mother, but it could easily be to a daughter. Tanya had great courage . It defined
her life, and was at the core of her being. Courage, love for her friends and family, and a deep sense
of. justice. The world cannot easily spare such people.
That day, 11 years ago, was the nadir of my life Having known her and loved her, we had to get used
to life without her. She was a great teacher, and a huge influence. I was privileged to have brought
into the world such a woman.
So give a thought for her today, a person so brave and fine that her example lasts after she has gone.
Diana Morris
