~ 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.

10 June, 2009

The Eyes Of Pride - by Susie Hemingway

Brown they are you know,
big and shiny like Autumn conkers
fringed and dark charcoal smudges
emitting beams like fireflies,
seeing all but telling no one,
meditative powerful authority
once of lushness,
the eyes that could bewitch a maiden
now a little faded perhaps rheumy
one might say, yet could in a blink
seduce and tempt to lead astray...
the eyes that tell the story
the eyes that show their pride,
watchful ebony pigments that
twinkle indiscreetly like
magnificent coal diamonds,
templates of sadness
still, such infinite eyes of pride.

8 comments:

Karen Brook Westhaver said...

Such words and pictures so beautifully painted. Your love so brightly lighting each line. Thoughts shimmer and dance across the screen and my spirit is the richer for reading your wonderful poem. We come away much blessed, and standing a little taller, having looked into those "Eyes of Pride". Thank you for sharing this piece from your heart :-)

milligan283 said...

its amazing you can find so much to say about a pair of eyes but the detail and warmth in your poem conveys what you have seen over many years perfectly

Janey Johnson said...

Ab fab sis xxx

Lora Conrad (Facebook) said...

Just beautiful,Susie

Michael Morse said...

"The eyes are the mirror into ones soul," somebody a lot smarter than me once said.

Hamada's eyes are mirrors of your own.

Dianne West said...

Dianne West likes this.

Judy Locke-Eekhof said...

Wonderful poem, like always my friend... Judy Locke-Eekhof

Susie Hemingway said...

Thank you all for your kind comments on "The Eyes Of Pride" and for taking the time to enter them here.

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