~ 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.

17 January, 2010

My Quiet One - by Susie Hemingway

January 2010.

My quiet one besotted with sleep
curled and safely snug
through this Winter he makes no sound
in dreams of slumber,
as painful as this time for me
he camouflages 'neath cosy cover,
gentle soft in quiet ways
to waste away these snowy days,
no trouble or requests he makes
just smiles and very slow of pace
dark eyes tired has he
with legs that will not set him free,
these stormy shadows cast on weathered heart
I see it all... no blindfold for me.

Purple days that dwindle by
jagged and shredded that makes heart cry,
my quiet one content and free!
Lover of mine where art thee?

All Rights Reserved @ January 2010

07 January, 2010

Silence Falls - by Susie Hemingway

Crisp sparkling crunchy views across this linen land
trees bow beneath the snow laden branches
hungry birds swing and pull at fat-filled gifts that hang from frozen lines,
quiet is this life, quiet is this world,
such beauty in the stranger shapes of intrinsic white on grey
as silence falls and covers sadness like a soft downy wrap
comforting like the arms of angels protecting those we love.

This Winter harsh and cruel will not change much for us
it is a time to be together, a time for closeness and of warmth,
a time to renew strength to start with vigour our battle.

As crystals melt their prisms,
the brushstrokes change the white
that enhances the beauty of this land.

All Rights Reserved @ 2010

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