Email from your Grandfather

Little Zoe,

Your grandfather Avram asked me to post the below email here on your blog. He is very excited to have you with with us.

My Beautiful Zoe,

Unfortunately I have to learn how to live far from you. And there is only one way to vince that! To be in contact with you... But just in this point I have two other difficulties. 1:I am technologically stupid. (Since 45 minutes I am trying, without any success,to put this comment on your blog.)Now I will ask from your MAMA to do it for me. 2:My English. I am not using this language since 1969. Any way it was never perfect...

When the feelings are very strong,words are not enough to spell them! (And in English?!) But let me tell you that your arrival and your presence gave me a happiness that I did not taste since the birth of your MAMA and your uncle Can. (And never before)

I am sanding to you a poem of Rudyard Kipling.I learned it in Turkish and French. This poem occupied always a special place in my life. When you will be big enough to read and understand it, probably I will be much more far from you. And I wish, to remember this poem, will be more important than remember me for you...

If

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And -which is more-you will be a (PERSON MY ZOE) I hope Rudyar Kipling will forgive me this correction.