By Elaine V. Emans
When I was young, I thought that courage went
With a shout upon the lips and banners high.
I thought possessing courage always means
That one could very easily defy
Whatever enemy approached because,
Wearing the shining armor, he had no
Fear nor uncertainty. I thought he was
Impregnable to much of grief or woe.
But now I know so well there is another
Courage of quietness, and such was yours,
Day in and day out, bannerless, my mother.
And now I know the spirit that endures
The unendurable is braver far
Than those with flags and shouting often are.