March 15, 2010

Happy Birthday, Donald Staszczyk

Wednesday, St. Patrick's Day, is my late Grandfather's birthday.  Those of you that know me, know just how lasting an impact he has had on all of us.

Forgive the romantic sentiment and language in the e.e. cummings poem; it captures the way i feel him everyday, the way he is so very close, years after he has gone.

"i carry your heart with me" by 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) 

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