~ 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.

22 May, 2007

If You Should Leave Me


If you should leave me,
where would you go.
To the arab courtyard,
where once you held my hand.
The fountains flowed,
the coolness of the shade.
If you should leave me,
where would you go.

If you should leave me,
where would you go.
To those corn fields,
with sapphire skies.
Where hand in hand,
we walked and cried.
If you should leave me,
where would you go.

If you should leave me,
where would you go.
To empty beaches
where once we sat
on fine white sand,
under palms so tall.
If you should leave me
where would you go.

If you should leave me,
where would you go.
To hot dry lands
in tiny street, or
market place,
with 'tawlah' game in hand.
If you should leave me,
where would you go.

If you should leave me,
where would you go.
To Paris or to Rome
will you remember,
friends or me.
and most of all your home.
If you should leave me,
where will you go.

If you should leave me......

@ Copyright 2006

10 comments:

Susie said...

'tawlah' is arabic for backgammon

Sandrine said...

A beautiful poem, it takes us to so many places through your lovely memories.

Susie Hemingway said...

Thank you Sandrine for your lovely comments.

Anonymous said...

This is a really beautiful poem and story, thank you. Roland Jesop

Pip said...

Susie beautiful words, hang in there, we all need people, like you in our world luv Pip

Neil said...

Wonderful, a lot of history here, I think. Neil

John - MySpace said...

A deep love, and feeling of tenderness, and inner strengh floods from your heart. from John

Susie Hemingway said...

Thank you dear John, for your lovely comments and always your good wishes

Susie Hemingway said...

Thank you neil, who is a wonderful
poet a compliment indeed.

Susie Hemingway said...

Bless you dear Pip for your lovely comments

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