POEMS .

21st January 2008 Sent from my friend PIP in Tasmania Australia.

Poems have magic, especially when they come from the heart. They can touch us, move us, delight us, enlighten us, make us laugh, make us cry, and both soften, and enrich our deepest memories.

Poetry is the tie that binds one stranger to another, often in friendship, sometimes in love, always in better understanding. Hope your day will be wonderful.

Luv Pip

Seasons Pass - January 2008 - by Susie Hemingway

So seasons pass all eight of them!

from calm to gusty days,

from shock and realisation, to

shock and back again,

you can't stop the rain from falling

but you can catch it in your hands

and, in so doing -

you cup life within your palms.

In soft and gentle days of Spring

to gather forth a plan,

you breathe again and understand

in veiled obscured, shifting sands,

the changes, as in flowers grow

unfold in prudent ways,

but life will never be entirely, quite

the same again.

So Summer came as some did say?

but we preclude most all these days.

In fear and sacred keeping

to grasp and hold at bay

but sabre swords do block our way,

with dragons at our door,

and Summer passes like poppies fade

amidst golden sunlit fields.

As pears that do not ripen

affirmation takes it's place,

when Autumn turns to gold

my mind trenchant and keen;

I conquer many fearsome things

subdue and overcome, and as the mists

arrive, how precious days become...

So Seasons pass, all eight of them

and two years fly as seconds do,

the snow lies on the ground -

as hearts can only do,

and as I stand before thee

in Grateful Gratitude, to

glean and gain as red berries do,

to start the Year anew...

@ Copyright 2008

Dreams and Reality January 2008 - by Susie Hemingway

Dreams and Reality.

Dreaming in the ribboned night,
of Planets, Stars and all things bright
in velvet hues of inky black,
the smoky mists that take me back
to cosy nights and 'Welcome' mats.
In scarlet colours of my mind
such simple things that still survive.
Dreams that are the very best
sweet smelling babies in their vests.

Crystal eyes in dreams of thee
the way together, to simply be.
Gentle hands in swirling clouds
the brain that whizzed and wondered how?
Such purple days of solitude,
in quiet temperate harmony.
The thoughts of many twinkling flights...
return to me in silenced nights,
times of midnight Desert walks
the smell of incense in the air
times in life with sensual flair.

Close your eyes, dear one for me
and dream of 'midnight blue' the sea,
dream of opal shell-like sands
along Agamy's* mystic land.
Rest sweet one and lose your pain
for I will try another day,
fortitude comes in swirling clouds
in sheets of drizzle around me now.
If I could find another way,
then I won't have failed again today.


*A beach on the outskirts of Alexandria Egypt.

@ Copyright 2008

What a Lovely Comment !!

This extract taken from Hemingby Village News Letter.

On a personal level I would like to thank Susie for the fabulous evening enjoyed in the village hall on the occasion of her 60th birthday. It was a wonderfully happy evening for all who attended and although it was sad that her husband Hamada was not able to be present in person I am sure he was there in his thoughts as he was in the thoughts of all of those present. It was however fabulous that Hamada was able to be at the Christmas Party. Joe Calzagy the undisputed super middle weight champion of the world has a reputation of being a superb boxer and was recently winner of the sports personality of the year award but he is not remotely in the same class as a fighter as Hamada and Susie to whom we extend our best wishes for the coming year.

Bob Parish ( Chair )

Update.

Hamada had a very good Christmas managing quietly to join nearly all the fun, eating well and participating in card games and visits to our village pub on several occasions for more than one Christmas Lunch! It's lovely to have visitors to our home again but we still check carefully for colds, well as much as we can! Infections are the most singularly important consideration still.

Just before Christmas we visited the Haematology clinic at Lincoln Hospital for the results of Hamada's 'Bence Jones test' we knew it was unlikely that all cells had been captured and the test shows that a small amount still remains. Not quite as good as we had hoped. He will have another test during the next month or so and this will be watched carefully for the increases.

Hamada is still weak and requires a lot of sleep and much care, still everyday there is a tiny improvement - his hair is growing back and he now has a soft downy covering. He does suffer with back ache and must commence a little exercise to improve the supporting muscles, starting with a daily walk around the house.

He eats well and is contented with a quiet life I think we have a guardian angel as Hamada seems to have got through these past weeks since transplant remarkably well. Thank you all for all the wonderful letters and good wishes for a better 2008 - it was a tough 2007 but we made it. Now we hope for a good spell and the Spring to come. Our love and best wishes to you all.