~ 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.

29 May, 2007

I Will Live In This Village.



I will live in this village
with cornflowers blue,
I will love in this village,
a love that is true.
I will glean from each day,
no minute to waste,
I will live in this village
to quieten my haste.

I will love the large skies
with their dark twinkling hues,
I will smell sacred earth
with a love that is true.

But all I ask, is a slowness of pace,
I am seeking dear lord
to not let it race,
for the time is now
to enjoy what we can.

I will walk in this village
along green tiny lanes
only no one will see
the heart that is pained.

The tiny church,
strong in it's place
holding all memories
I came face to face.

The sorrows of many
who went before,
who lived in this village
with love just the same.

And like my sorrows
they lived in this place
they loved in this village
with cornflowers blue,

they loved in this village
a love that was true........

@ Copyright 2006
Photos : Courtesy - Matt Rutherford.

6 comments:

Jenny said...

Soon we hope to say that we too live in this village, such a peaceful place.

Susie Hemingway said...

Yes we hope so too, it is a peaceful village - we feel privileged to live here.

Anonymous said...

A really good Poem about a beautiful village

Susie Hemingway said...

Thank you.

Rosa Courtney said...

lovely poem wished I lived there Rosa Courtney

Susie Hemingway said...

It is a lovely Village with many lovely friends - who are truly supporting us, thank you Rosa

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