~ 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.

04 February, 2010

All Is Love - by Susie Hemingway

Love is a perfect note; love is a certain smile or a gentle touch.

It is the dripping juiciness of ripe mangos on a parched tongue
or the smoothness of rippling silk as it touches your skin
or perhaps the sweetest strawberry dipped in liquid chocolate?
Love could be the aroma of double espresso just before it reaches your lips,
or is it the smoky woody smell of a newly lit fire?
All is love.

Love is also the stormy greys of long worried nights
love is restless broken sleep that drains energy from your soul,
love is eyes heavy from sadness.
But love is also the ashen face that looks at you when days are bad and you are brave.
Love is you starting the fight once more as realisation arrives in your eyes.
Love is also the beautiful eyes of family members whose tender glances record their own story.
Love is the strong arms that support and guide your way.
Love is the dearest child who stokes your hair with such beautiful gentle hands.
Love is our private moments that make difficult days better,
love is that look across the room that says it all.

Love is all these things...
And all these things are love,
and you.


Sandy said...

Dear Susie -- your ability to capture the essence of love and living is ... amazing. Thank you, thank you - again.

Margie said...

I so love this poem!
It is just beautiful, Susie.


Dave King said...

I love (oops, pun not intended!)these poems of yours. They have the freshness of sincerity.

Anonymous said...

Hi Susie, thanks for stopping by my neck of the woods. You say you cannot draw, well I cannot write poetry. How beautiful and descriptive all your poems are. I am so glad you stopped by. Blessings to you and your handsome husband.

Barry said...

Love is a beautiful poem, warmly and tenderly expressed.

Michael Morse said...

I like the way you wrote this one, a little different style, I think. It just felt different while reading. Thanks for writing and posting, I always feel better when I visit here. Sometimes worried, but somehow better.

Walt Trachim said...

Marvelous poem, Susie - very powerful indeed. Made me think of Paul's first letter to Corinth and his treatise about the power of love:

If I speak in human and angelic tongues but do not have love, I am a resounding gong or a clashing cymbal. And if I have the gift of prophecy and comprehend all mysteries and all knowledge; if I have all faith so as to move mountains but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give away everything I own, and if I hand my body over so that I may boast but do not have love, I gain nothing.

Love is patient, love is kind. It is not jealous, (love) is not pompous, it is not inflated,
it is not rude, it does not seek its own interests, it is not quick-tempered, it does not brood over injury, it does not rejoice over wrongdoing but rejoices with the truth.

It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.

Love never fails. If there are prophecies, they will be brought to nothing; if tongues, they will cease; if knowledge, it will be brought to nothing. For we know partially and we prophesy partially, but when the perfect comes, the partial will pass away.

When I was a child, I used to talk as a child, think as a child, reason as a child; when I became a man, I put aside childish things.
At present we see indistinctly, as in a mirror, but then face to face. At present I know partially; then I shall know fully, as I am fully known.

So faith, hope, love remain, these three; but the greatest of these is love.

Susie Hemingway said...

Thank you Sandy xx for your very generous comment.

@ Margie It makes me happy to know you like "All Is Love"

@ Thank you Dave, it is so kind of you to comment, I am glad you find my poems sincere - it is the only way I know how to write- from my heart.

@ Queenmothermamaw: We would make a great team - you draw and I write my poems xx thank you for dropping by.

Susie Hemingway said...

Bless you Barry for your kind comment - how I love reading your blog and we continue to wish you well x

@ Michael: Many thanks for your continued support - yes I suppose
"All Is Love" is a little different - it just arrived via my heart, as all the others do. I am thrilled to think that a visit to my site can ease your busy days and make you feel better - bless you.

@ Walt:
Thank you so much for reminding me of these beautiful much loved words. My humble 'poems of love' will never compare but reading these again has given me such pleasure. Take care out there.

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