Friday, May 9, 2008

.I wonder I will.

"Hope" is the thing with feathers-- That perches in the soul-- And sings the tune without the words-- And never stops--at all-- Emily Dickenson

I wonder whether I will find the woman I love, cherish her and come home everyday thinking how lucky I am.
I wonder whether I'll whisper to her ears every night.
I wonder whether I'll have the courage to forgive her for her past and accept her as she is.
I wonder whether I'll hug her when I'm old.
I wonder whether I'll have the courage to devote myself to her and her only.

I wonder whether I'll be able to love my children as much as my parents did.
I wonder whether I'll be able to teach them into humans, not monsters.
I wonder whether I'll have the courage to forgive them... again and again and again.
I wonder whether I'll be able to accept them as they are, no matter how different they are.
I wonder whether I'll be able to love them no matter how imperfect they are.

I wonder..
and I hope I will.

p/s: I emptied my Gmail, hope it wont bite back. Just random "select all, delete" actions.

6 comments:

~jules said...

I love that poem. One of my favs. And ED is my fav poet. :)

aifaa said...

beautiful... :)

zeemi said...

i love this poem too. one of a kind.

zeemi said...

aifaa: yes, just like you. *-^

Jasmine Yap said...

vy nice poem... what a talent :D

zeemi said...

awwww... Thanks.

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