~ Poems of Love ~

The following poems have been written by me, for my husband Hamada, who suffered from Multiple Myeloma [IgG Kappa] a cancer of the plasma cells, which are found in the bone marrow. After many months of chemotherapy, contracting pneumonia twice, once given only twelve hours to live and having three bad fractures to his spine and also showing in his Pelvis, he made it to four years seven months. The Multiple Myeloma attacked his Kidneys first showing at diagnosis in May 2006 leaving Hamada only a small percentage of kidney function. He never complained, using his most amazing smile even when I knew he had severe pain. Hamada underwent a Stem Cell Transplant using his own 'harvested stem cells' . During October 2007 he spent seventeen days in the "Centre For Clinical Haematology" at Nottingham City Hospital UK. where he achieved this transplant. We had a scare at six months after transplant, when told 'the beast was back' but subsequent tests showed a partial remission. Again in early 2009 it was confirmed that Hamada was out of remission He fought again during 2010 with newer chemo type drugs. First with Velcade and then with Revlimid but to no avail. His Kidneys were failing further and Hamada chose not to have dialysis. This blog contains poems and updates, written for Hamada, telling of our life together.
Now a beautiful book has been published, see http://www.susiehemingway.com/books/
showing Hamada's personal fight against Multiple Myeloma in the first fifty 'poems of love' written by me his wife. I hope you like these poems of love and also 'our story' dedicated to Hamada, who passed away peacefully at home on 23 November 2010 after a most courageous fight against Multiple Myeloma.

26 May, 2007

Cairo.


Oh Cairo of the sepia light,
empurple in the late of night,
the sparkling rays on marble stones,
the quickest steps and gleaming domes.
The narrow streets and alley-ways,
the different smells the different ways.
The hookah pipes, the mint tea trays ,
Oh Cairo and your faded ways.



The empyrean of mosaic mosques,
the many souks and little shops.
The hot and dusty lives we lived,
the little child with flower to give.
Street cafe where every day
we sat and watched,
in wondrous gaze.
Oh Cairo, I remember all those days.



The perfume shop, where we paid
to smell like Chloe, in a way!
The special time, with special friends,
we thought that it would never end.
Halcyon days spent with you,
enticing splendour of garnet hue.
Twinkling stars in darkest night,
Oh Cairo of the sepia light.



The dark robed men,
with beads and dice,
delicious honey with special spice,
the bright and silky lengths of cloth
tahina, lentils in a pot.
Can you recall this magic place ?
for I can see your handsome face.
Oh Cairo of the sepia light.



@ Copyright 2006


Top Photo - Courtesy: Matt Rutherford,

9 comments:

Susie Hemingway said...

Desert Photo - courtesy of Matt @ http://mattrutherford.com. Thank you Matt.


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Anonymous said...

A beautiful poem about a beautiful city.

Susie Hemingway said...

Thank you anonymous, Cairo is an amazing place and I'm glad you liked the poem.

Sandrine said...

We never went to Cairo, but just by reading your poem, i remember our holiday, close my eyes and I see Egypt again.

Susie Hemingway said...

That is just what I want from my poems - for Hamada to see his beloved Egypt - and he does.

Mark from Cairo Egypt said...

I read all your belogs and i love it, you wrote it with feelings and not with your pen, you wrote some of it with your sadness, i can feel some tear drops from your eyes are wetting the paper,but you are brave and strong and you keep writing, when i read about Alex and Cairo, that was not normal writing, that was picturing everything, even the fans of the old Ciciel, no one can mentioned that, but you pictured it all and you exactely describe your sadness.

Susie Hemingway said...

Thank you Mark for your kind words, I hope you continue to enjoy the poems of your beautiful country.

Janey Johnson said...

Remembering the fun times we had in Cairo 'sis'- love it.

Susie Hemingway said...

Yes it was the greatest time!! I am glad you enjoyed the memories through my poem.x

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