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I Missed You.

“Poetry is the opening and closing of a door, leaving those who look through, to guess about what is seen during a moment” Carl Sandburg

I Missed You.

I missed you, when the heated rhythm of Salsa
that feels so like chillies when they touch your tongue
drifted across the dance floor.
I missed you as this enticing music reached  my jewelled pinned ears.
Where were you? when the luscious sounds of Sax blues caught my needy toes
so carefully encased in high dancing shoes.
Where were those slim ‘sun touched’ hands that would  reach to twirl me to the dance floor.
Where was the graceful dancer whose gentle persuasion  could spin me like a whirlpool,
making me turn  and sway to the sounds of Latin beats and bluesy tones.
Tell me, where were those magical eyes those sparkling rays of light,  that always laughed with me.
Where was that smile, those breathy movements on the dance floor,
those feet that could glide and coax  the dancer from my soul.
How my heart wants to dance with you once more, instead of standing alone when the music calls to me.
I watched the others spin and whirl but my arms were empty, sadness for your charms that made me feel like sixteen again.
I was never a wallflower but she has found me now.
Where were you… when the deliciously heated sound of Salsa reached my ears… where were you?


@ Copyright 2009 Susie Hemingway.



1 Elizabeth @ The Garden Window { 01.20.14 at 10:00 pm }

I think this might be my favourite of all your poems so far, Susie!

2 Susie { 02.07.14 at 10:07 pm }

Thank you dear Elizabeth – I really think it is one of my favourite poems too – perhaps because I loved to dance with Hamada so much. Your dancing partner like your life partner, is difficult to find and impossible to ever replace.

3 Taghrid Khoury { 03.31.15 at 10:47 pm }

Oh Wow Susie, I never knew how or why Hamada died and this really touched me and my heart goes out to you my dear. This is a most beautiful and poignant poem that made me cry!! But please I know he’s always with you and in your heart. You have beautiful memories of dancing together and having fun. Those loved ones never leave, he’s your guardian angel watching over you and always close by! Please read on my timeline the letter from Heaven that I posted. All my love, Taghrid

4 Susie { 04.19.15 at 7:18 pm }

Thank you dear Taghrid, I am glad you enjoyed this poem. Hamada was the bravest warrior with the dreadful disease of Multiple Myeloma which as you probably know now is a Cancer of the plasma cells and is not as yet curable. We did everything possible to keep him with us, after he was given just six months to live( he made almost five years) He was the most good, kind and loving husband and I am eternally grateful for my wonderful thirty years with him. I miss him everyday but know he would wish that I continue to smile, which I do with gusto. Thank you for your kind words. Should you wish to read ‘Hamada’s Story’ it is in reverse order on http://www.susiehemingway.blogspot.com telling the story of treatments tried and often in poem form of my feelings too as we made this journey. My love to you and your beautiful family and good memories of my days in the sun xx

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