All I Need is My Rock

There are treasures we keep, things we hold close.

I have never given much thought to it,

But, there is but one gem I cherish most;

My diamond, formed not with coal, but from wit.

This polished rock, shines as my guiding light.

Luckily, I have yet to lose this jewel,

Yet I grasp it close, for fear that I might.

In tough battles, it outlasts any tool.

How could one adore a rock so dearly?

Because this object loves me too, you see.

“How would you know a rock loves you, clearly?”

Well, because this precious gem says to me,

“Daughter, my affection for you is eternal.”

You see, the gem I cannot live without is maternal.