~ 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.

21 June, 2010

The Garden Swing

We swing together you and I
in that old shaded place we love,
peaceful sweet smelling garden air
that gentle breeze that tickles hair,
the yellow Iris in our view,
Oh how I love to be with you!
Tranquil sounds of garden spirits
the chirping of the evensong thrush
lavender blue scent comes through,
we swing together like children do.

This quiet spot where we can dream
these special hours away,
amid the slowing of day ending
we talk of yesterday,

no more is needed for you and I
we know that time is short
and so we talk and dream and think
of what this life has brought.

We dream together
you and I,
on this old garden swing.

Photo: from “Hemingway”
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Sandy said...

This is an exquisite and beautiful gem of words, Susie, and in the cadence of the rhyme I can hear the creaking of the swing, going back and forth, back and forth. Very tender. Exceptionally well crafted. XO to you both.

Sunshine said...

Yes! Precious.....

Michael Morse said...

Joyous and heartbreaking. Any life that brings with it moments like you describe is well worth living, more so with somebody to share it with, even if it seems no longer than a blink of the eye.

You are fortunate to have each other, and I am blessed to be invited to some of your precious moments.

Again, I thank you. Your words enhance my perception of the world around me, and improve my relationships with those closest to me.

Susie Hemingway said...

More lovely comments on "The Garden Swing" on:

Susie Hemingway said...

Thank you dear Sandy for your very nice compliment on "The Garden Swing" so hugely generous and warm.
All fondest wishes.

Susie Hemingway said...

Thank you Sunshine - all very best wishes to you and Don

Susie Hemingway said...

Michael as always such a heart warming comment from you. How very pleasing and kind your words are to me. You seem to grasp my poems and understand them so well. Bless you and stay safe.

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