Poem for Mom

Ran across this poem that I have kept on my desktop for a while and thought that it might make some of you feel better about Mom's situation. One thing I forgot to mention in my weekend update that I think you also might like to know - when I was tucking Mom in on Saturday night I asked her if I could do anything else for her before she went to sleep. She looked up at me, somewhat softly and shyly, and said, "Just love me..."

Here is the poem.

e.e. cummings

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)

i fear
no fate(for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)