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 the tree called life;

which grows higher than 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)

e.e.cummings

Dear Son,

I have long loved the above poem. I'd read it for a time, and time would pass - months, sometimes years - before I found it . . . remembered it again. And always I'd think, how I'd hope to love like that one day . . . to feel that strength of love for another.

Little did I know, when that poem found me again . . . that I would know love like that . . . could know love like that . . . and little did I know, it would be given - to this little life I now have - my tiny Luca -

I carry your heart . . . I carry your heart in my heart.