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A Dedication To Our Friends
The following poem is dedicated to our very dear friends – Zena and Pieter – who live so many miles from us now – but we shared a life in the following place, mentioned in this poem. They are so constant with their calls and encouragement, that we feel they are never far away. We thank them for their strong friendship and dearly hope to have such fun, as we did in those days, when we meet once again. Thank you both and bless you for your kindness.
Oasis Town – Al Ain – U.A.E.
the Jebel Hafeet* in clear blue sky,
my lover took me to this place
where snaking roads make hearts race,
this flower bordered oasis town
set as the Rub Al Khali *surrounds.
A magic beauty there for me
the middle of the sands you see,
grand marbled palaces you’ll find
with fountains and Bedouins inside.
Mercedes and the finest things,
streets of gold and diamond rings.
Down town we found a natural spring
and handsome swarthy Arab friends,
in long white robes with beads to hand,
such beauty, of their falcon’s wings
this desert world it’s secrets bring.
Always we dined on tasty things
lamb in soft white bread you see,
lovely glasses of sweet mint tea ,
they welcomed us on desert sands
in tents, to take us back in time.
My lover with the charming smile
said we should linger for awhile,
to sit and sample ‘sweet delights’
we did, long in the twinkling night,
and the warm ‘Kamseen‘ did blow for us.
The silver platters of fruity dates
were passed with hands of love not hate,
the dark fringed lashes on dark brown eyes
could melt a heart in candlelight,
the over-whelming scent of musk
made ‘giddy feelings’ turn to lust.
This magic sensual desert town
with gentle friends that we had found.
The merging of the old and new,
this quiet love I found in you,
our little child with soft brown face
his sturdy body in a race, to grow
and blossom in the sun.
This much loved little Arab boy
who came to us with so much joy,
he played amid the palm tree glades,
looking for a little shade.
We wondered in ‘Burami Town’
as riverlets sparkled through the ground.
The smell of oranges hanging there
the heady scents of different air.
In bustling market souks we stayed,
yes, how I loved those desert days
with our dear friends their gentle ways.
This green and floral oasis town
where we found love, the sands surround….
Weekly Visit to Lincoln Hospital
Thank goodness, after a most difficult week, Hamada is feeling so much better today. His back pain nearly gone. We visited the Alex Day Ward at Lincoln Hospital for the regular weekly ‘line-flushing’ the wonderful nurses do a sterling job everyday, looking after and attending to many patients. They work with so much grace and understanding for each and every person. Always a smile and a greeting. Nurses, like Linda, Michael and Claire et al. – “Big thanks” to them, and “Heaps of Rainbows” to you all.
See also comment under this. Thank you all.
Al Byt – Al Kabeer – The Big House.
So many rooms before us
all tall and elegant in their way,
he, brought me to this fine home
to spend our summer days,
And as we greeted one another
I looked from balcony views,
my husband tightly held one hand
his mother did so too.
I loved the fine Aubosson rugs
on each and every floor,
I loved the smell of cedar mixed
with mint, and life before,
and how I loved this golden life
the slowness of the days
this gentle kind enduring Mother
who showed another way.
The calmness of her movements
the joy at everyday,
would take me on a journey
to discover peaceful ways.
@ Copyright 2007.
By H H The XIV Dalai Lama
Found on a friends Web – Jewel (USA). I like this very much.
No matter what is going on
never give up
Develop the heart
too much energy in your country
is spent developing the mind
instead of the heart
Be compassionate
not just to your friends
but to everyone
be compassionate
Work for peace
in your heart and in the world
work for peace
Never give up
no matter what is going on
around you
never give up.
By H H XIV The Dalai Lama.
Wretched Pain.
We now have the pain under control again and have this morning talked with the support team at Lincoln Hospital. The good advice from the Haematology Nurse has been most helpful and Hamada feels much more comfortable now. This severe pain is to be expected at this stage of the Myeloma, but we must endeavour not to let the pain “take hold”. I am now playing some of his favourite music, his smile is back, and it’s a much better start to the day.
It Was A Love Affair
you and I
It was delight not virtuous
It was visionary
It was a moving nature
It was strange it was pure
but it was, a love affair.
It was a love affair
you and I
It was quixotic, it was new
It was imaginative
It was romantic
It was sensual
but it was, a love affair.
It was a love affair
you and I
It was a passion
It was exciting
It was taking-up my life
It was everything
but it was a love affair ?
@ Copyright 2006
I Was Looking For You
when hot days seared my mind
and starlit nights were often kind,
when all those handsome boys danced by,
I was looking for you.
When warm breezes brushed my cheeks
and I had studied for weeks and weeks,
when I could swim in warm blue seas
and honeysuckle were full of bees,
I was looking for you.
When I was walking along the shore
and knew that I could give no more,
when underneath my feet the shells
ground, and there my life was turned around,
I was looking for you.
On Autumn days which coloured red,
we laid together, in soft warm bed
when reaching through the sweet dusk light
I held you in my arms so tight.
I was looking for you.
I was looking for you when
crisp white snow did cover the ground
when my cheeks were pink
and yours still brown,
I was looking for you.
I was looking for you,
as I searched along the way
when you used that smile
that changed my life
that way,
I was looking for you………
Up-Date
Hamada is not so good today – the pain in his back is really bad – he is taking Oramorph – and today unable to get out of bed unaided. I feel so sorry that this is so, especially after doing so well with the ‘Harvesting’ last week. Perhaps all the sitting around and the long car journey has taken it’s toll. He will be resting and sleeping most of this – Father’s Day – I will shower him with as much love as I can. The two poems above are special to us, but today is a good day for them. Thank you all for your good wishes, it is a comfort to know you are all thinking of us.