My dear sister is being hospitalized. I truely feel so powerless because I can’t do anything for her but thinking of her and praying for her recovery. This poem, “i carry your heart with me” by E. E. Cummings is especially for her:  

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)