~ 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.

08 June, 2007

Dreams of Montazah - in the 1950's





Dreams of Montazah.



He dreams of Montazah
the palace within his mind,
as he is quietly resting,
I know he goes back in time.
This splendid 'Salam-lek' palace
built high on hills above
this turquoise studded jewel,
secluded bay, entwined with doves.



Amid the palms, stands clearly
this monument of love,
built from finest 'red bricks',
a blessing from above.
Smooth and graceful standing proud,
with white 'najoods' and sea around,
he would walk in verdant grounds,
in peaceful harmony, no sound.



The quiet of these gardens
lush all, 370 fed-dans,
would take his heart in a myriad walk,
his bare feet, on fine white sand.
He dreams of 'Montazah', the palace,
always within his mind,
this paradise inn of time,
he enters gates that keep the crowds at bay,
which for him are opened, every single day.



And when he's tired of strolling,
I know just where he'll go
he'll leave gazelles and rock gardens
and the flowers, he loves so,
he'll step across the water
to the island of all time
where classical statues never alter,
in plethora, there to stand.



And here he'll fish or flirt !
or swim, in sunlit sheltered bays
and for a little while,
he remember all those days.
Montazah keeps him peaceful
I see that smile again, and when
he sleeps tomorrow,
he'll go right back again.


@ Copyright 2007 -Hamada used to walk in these Gardens as a child.

17 comments:

Susie Hemingway said...

N.B.'Feddan' is a measurement of land.
'Najood' is a sand dune, it is also a girls name.

Anonymous said...

It makes me want to walk in the gardens of Montazah thank you so much for a breathtaking poem.
jeananne.

Anonymous said...

I too love this poem.
philippe Deity

Susie Hemingway said...

Thank you very much for your good comments

Anonymous said...

WoW , What a great poem , you mixed the Montazah palace and gardens with your feelings and create a new picture for the Monatazah , when i read your poem i wish that the real montazah is with such pretty as your pictured it , the gardens, the Salam lek , the Harmlek ( another small palce ) . I remmbered we used to go to the Motazah at night and listen to the most famous bands at that time , the black coats and les petites chats and dance till early hours of the mornings .
thank you for this great poem that makes me remmber all , and its very real to dream of Monatazah , if u just visit it once

Susie Hemingway said...

Thank you for your extremely nice comments and for your memories of 'Montazah' I too know it has changed now - but dreams are dreams.

Matt said...

I think this might be my favourite so far...

Susie Hemingway said...

I am so glad you like this one Matt - but don't choose yet - there are so many more to come.

Anonymous said...

A great poem with great feelings. Thank you for this

Anonymous said...

Very touching words. this poem makes me feel homesick.

Sarah Hetherington

Susie Hemingway said...

Thank you for your comments Sarah,
I'm glad it brought you nearer to home.

Anonymous said...

Superb poem. Micheal Kinsley

Judy Finch said...

Fabulous Poem and Writing - i want to go there Judy.

Susie Hemingway said...

Thank you Judy for your kind comments

Alfie Johnson said...

This poem brings vivid pictures and lovely memories of this elegant gentle and very charming Egyptian we know as your dear Hamada. I can clearly picture him in this lovely poem. Love Alfie

Susie Hemingway said...

Thank you so much Alfie for your lovely words

clare winter said...

A wonderful poem descriptions are very good - good luck to you both.
Clare Winter

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