"[i carry your heart with me (i carry it in]"

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 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)



Written in 1952 by e e cummings (1894-1962)





Because of the emotional rollercoaster we have been on so far with Dad's stay in hospital (currently running at three-and-a-half weeks), I hardly dare to give any more updates for fear of tempting fate. Today we saw the main consultant who's been looking after Dad's case - Dr Gulati - who is cautiously optimistic about his slow but steady progress in overcoming the infection which developed last weekend. Everyone's fingers are very firmly crossed that things will have improved enough over the next week for Dad to have his permanent Heimlich valve fitted ready to leave hospital.

I have known and loved this tender e e cummings poem for many, many years. It always makes me think of the unconditional love that Mum and Dad so clearly have for one another, hearts inseparably intertwined and carried one within the other's. One of the most upsetting things over the past few weeks has been to see how much they miss each other during this enforced separation while Dad remains in hospital. We're hoping and praying that it won't be too much longer before they can be together at home once more.