~ 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.

20 June, 2007

Al Byt - Al Kabeer - The Big House.


Al Byt - Al Kabeer




High above the steepest hill
stands this house of love,
a faded splendid home is here,
It's name 'Al Byt - Al Kabeer',
such pretty ornate railings as
you climb the steps inside,
start to show the love within
that definitely resides.
The grand 'high ceiling' entrance hall
with precious chandeliers above
and Mama'let waiting there
her sparkling eyes of love.

Her beautiful arms would take you
and hold you to her heart,
with jet black hair luxurious,
her face a smiling part.

She took us to the 'Summer Room'
as she called the girls for tea,
"bring the porcelain and glasses
my son is home to me"
the long eau de nil shutters
I remember in every room
protected turquoise silks and gold
ornate ceilings, in partial gloom,

and as I glanced around the 'salon'
at the beauty of this place,
I saw the sweetest look of love
upon his Mother's face.

Gilt carvings on the pretty chairs
the heavy 'Adam's' fireplace
the ticking of the many clocks
yes, twas another place.

So many rooms before us
all tall and elegant in their way,
he, brought me to this fine home
to spend our summer days,

And as we greeted one another
I looked from balcony views,
my husband tightly held one hand
his mother did so too.

I loved the fine Aubosson rugs
on each and every floor,
I loved the smell of cedar mixed
with mint, and life before,

and how I loved this golden life
the slowness of the days
this gentle kind enduring Mother
who showed another way.

The calmness of her movements
the joy at everyday,
would take me on a journey
to discover peaceful ways.





@ Copyright 2007.

13 comments:

Susie Hemingway said...

Photo of Nadrat Moursi Abaza, in Alexandria Egypt in the 80's - A beautiful lady.

Jane Johnson said...

This is one of my favourites, as it reminds me so much of my time spent there.

Susie Hemingway said...

Thank you Jane, I am so glad I was able to bring back these memories.

Anonymous said...

Thank you for such a beautiful poem. It reminds me of Mamilat, the best grandmother in the world.Thanks for keeping her memory alive.

Sarah Hetherington

Susie Hemingway said...

This is praise indeed from her grand daughter. Thank you Sarah - she was indeed a wonderful and enchanting woman and I will never forget the love she showed me.

Simon Johnson said...

A great picture this conjures up - well written. Simon.

Susie Hemingway said...

Thank you Simon for your kind words.

Susie Hemingway said...

Nessrine says this is her favourite poem of them all so far. Nessrine - now living in america, is one of the Grand - daughters of Mamalet and her comments are under 'Going Home' thank you xx

Robert Green said...

A story, this poem tells. I loved it.

Susie Hemingway said...

Thank you Robert for your kind remarks

Anonymous said...

It's really awesome like all your other poems, I love your words u have a real talent in writing poems coz ur words r really touching. Ur words gave me hope that love last as long as we live.
Hope that God will bless every procedure taken with Uncle Hamada
From Hagar Husssain Amin, Egypt.

Janice Thomson said...

What a lovely tribute to this lady.
"...And as we greeted one another
I looked from balcony views,
my husband tightly held one hand
his mother did so too...." - so much said in these few short lines - love it.

Susie Hemingway said...

Thank you so much Janice for your comments on "Al Byt - Al Kabeer - The Big House"
Hamada's Mother was the most interesting, unique and enchanting Woman - clever and wise - I often wonder what she would have thought about having her Photo on the world-wide web. I like to think she would have been thrilled and certainly she would have produced one of her amazing smiles.

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