Theodore

Theodore

A Poem by Jamila
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Passings.

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He told me his name was Theodore,
a retired astrophysicist from Apartment Sixty Four.

He told me his name was Theodore,
no children, and his wife had passed three years before.

He told me his name was Theodore,
Happy Birthday, Merry Christmas, each year outside my door.

He told me his name was Theodore,
that he lived...somewhere...on the upper sixth floor.

He told me his name was Theo...door,
and...he can't remember where he lives anymore.

They told me his name was Theodore,
they found him naked, in faeces, outside a department store.

He once told me his name was Theodore,
now his mind and all he was does exist no more.





© 2020 Jamila


Author's Note

Jamila
A different style with repetition for effect. Thanx for reading! :)

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Of all the human infirmities that accompany ageing, I find Alzheimer's & senile dementia to be the scariest. This is a very profound and terrifying poem on the indignities faced by those unfortunate enough to be stricken by it. I can sense the hopelessness in your words. The gradual yet utter deterioration and destruction of all the human qualities possessed by the victim of this disease. In fact, if you gave me a choice, I would prefer fighting a brain tumour to coping with Alzheimer's. It's not even an option.
It must be agonizing to lose oneself bit by bit, as it happens in here and to no longer know oneself. A fate more dreadful than death. And as a proud, self-sufficient man, I would indeed prefer death to it.
This was a very interesting piece Madame. I appreciate the repetition of his name and how Theodore becomes Theo...door, laying emphasis on the subject of the poem, stressing on his individuality then highlighting the tragedy of him slowly losing precious parts of himself, right down to his name. A sad inevitability for some though a lot could be done to reach out to them and make their days better and improve their quality of life.
Thanks for drawing your readers ' attention to their plight with your gifted pen. Keep writing
😊👍

Posted 4 Weeks Ago


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Pestonjee

3 Weeks Ago

I appreciate the depths of feeling with which you penned this poem Ms. Jamila. You're a compassionat.. read more
Pestonjee

3 Weeks Ago

****bless you and welcome always *****
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tis sad, but it happens and even knowing that it happens, it doesn't make it any the less sad.... the repetition works by the way..

Neville

Posted 1 Week Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Jamila

1 Week Ago

Thanx so much, dear Neville! Very sad indeed. Many thanx for your approval of this one and for stop.. read more
The style of writing works very well but the subject matter is too close to hell.
I have seen too many slip away in one form or another but I have always wondered if the person suffering from dementia is as badly off as his loved ones around him who watch him mentally slip away with no recourse
You are quite young to be concerned with these things but I understand you were involved in an actual event and no doubt the change from mineral to vegetable was overly dramatic.
It is a gift to be able to fade away with grace

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Jamila

2 Weeks Ago

Thanx so much, Dave! Yes, the gentleman of the title was an upstairs neighbour of mine and this one .. read more
Oh my what a horror I can take a lot of things but the loss of me... my mind, scares me to no end:( as a person of whom has dealt MBD and processing issues this element is especially sad having a complete loss of long term recall would be devastating it like living animate but dead:( as the infer of this poem states... you just don't know:/ I have always journaled tidbits from a long time ago just little reminders of things seeds for the future for I have always been afraid of this fate. the matter of fact singsong cadence of this write makes for a lovely juxtaposition of the sadness in a very well framed poetic exclamation point! ! ! brilliant oh yeah I'm a sucker for rhyme:)

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Jamila

2 Weeks Ago

Thanx so much, dear Robert! It is indeed a horrible disease and in this case its onset was quite rap.. read more
Very interesting poem about a damaging illness. I enjoyed it.

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Jamila

3 Weeks Ago

Thanx so much, JungLee. I appreciate you reading and commenting on this poem! :)
JungLee

3 Weeks Ago

You are welcome c:
As a woman in a family where all women eventually die in a state of dementia, I have an intimate understanding of this experience, Jamila. The poem makes me feel sad because I know the progression so well and have had many experiences with the slow walk to death and with being erased from someone’s memory before the person they were completely disappears. When someone faces that alone, the unwinding can easily be deadly. When a person has no one to guide them in those days when they have forgotten the basics of self-care and safe behavior, tragedy often strikes.

Feel like my response to your poem won’t be very eloquent because the subject is quite an emotional one for me. But you have captured something essential here. The pattern and repetition of behavior. The unraveling and disappearance. Above all, the loneliness. To forget not only everyone you ever loved, but also yourself. What must this be like. And for those who love a person who is suffering with the condition, there are so many conflicting emotions and no real relief. I’m sorry for your friend. It’s a heart wrenching story. But perhaps he is reunited with his wife now and has reclaimed himself in the afterlife.

This is a stirring poem. A touching tribute to a person who needed to be remembered when he couldn’t remember himself. Great work by you.

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Jamila

3 Weeks Ago

Thanx so much, dear Eilis. I appreciate your extensive review here, considering the personal subject.. read more
tis a scary thing how the mind can desert, us, Jamila, taking away everything we know about who we are and leaving us back in that infant form, good poem liked the format

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Jamila

3 Weeks Ago

Thanx so much, dear gram! I have to say i agree with your sentiments. The idea of losing all sense .. read more
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I read this too fast and read it wrong. I reread. I apologize. Very serious and disappointing.

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Jamila

3 Weeks Ago

No problem. It happens. Thanx for stopping by! I appreciate the read. :)
.

3 Weeks Ago

Your welcome:)
I love the repetitiveness in this quite a lot
I found it very sad stark but true how one can exist then just not be there again

Good poem well done 👍

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Jamila

3 Weeks Ago

Thanx so much, dear Julie! Yes, indeed. Life is so very fragile. We can be here today and gone tomor.. read more
A sad story written in the poetry. It is sad, people are in our life and we know nothing of them. Thank you dear Jamila for sharing the powerful and worthwhile poetry.
Coyote

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Jamila

3 Weeks Ago

Thanx so much, dear Coyote. The gentleman of the title was a lovely neighbour of mine and his descen.. read more
Coyote Poetry

3 Weeks Ago

I hope we are kinder to each other now. We learn to know separation and one day. Maybe we will learn.. read more

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