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Child of her agedness

Poem By: James Gagiikwe
Poetry


The grief of a family over the necessary institutionalisation of an Alzheimer's sufferer. View table of contents...

 

Submitted: Jan 18, 2008    Reads: 68    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   


Child of her agedness


She has left her home today –

Personality dissolving by fractions,
incremental loss of reality,
consigns her to a dark
and narrowing land,
land of no returning.
Child of her agedness,
leaving home and
entering permanent care;
family grieves
tho’ she’s not dead.
A family’s final farewell
she will not remember,
tomorrow.

No longer just
peripheral forgetfulness,
and evidences of terminal confusion;
the core of personality
succumbs rapidly now
to the rot of diseased
dysfunctionality.
Loss of motor skills
and mobility
brings increasing rage and
threatening behaviour
in their wake –
non-recognition distressing family
and her shrinking pool of friends.

Decay of affectivity,
- as the walls of personality crumble -
and all the cruelties in eighty-five years
beak loose
as her repressed demons rise
to overwhelm
remaining mind
with hate. 

And grief they’ve had abundant
for her dying mind,
as a stranger she became,
self cannibalising self
until nothing communicable remained.
They suffer the dissolution of
her social existence
and mourn for the person
she once was.

Widowed child of her agedness
left her home today –
unaware of family’s farewell,
unknowing there is
tomorrow.
But wondering, abstractly,
- as the ambulance pulls away -
why her husband is not
going with her
to the shops
in this
unfamiliar
bus.



James Gagiikwe © 2008


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Comments:

You have given us a perfect picture of a crumbling human soul and all it means to those around her. Like the twist at the end. Certain images abide forever for me...personality dissolving by fractions...the dark and narrowing land...the crushing picture of her departing form in the unfamiliar bus. The poem is at its best in the complete lack of redemption and in its brutal realism...we are left totally floored and there is not the slightest thread of hope...
An excellent job
~brinsley

Posted: Jan 30, 2008

Author Comment:

G'Day Brinsley.
Haven't talked with you before, as I recall.
Follow Fauklner's advice.

It is necessary to be real about human personhood and the inevibility of decay and death. Life is more enjoyable, and honoured, when we accept our finitude and fragility.
No, in one sense there is no hope for the Alzheirmer's suffers, at least in terms of cure. There can be plateaus and partial remissions, but the deteriation is continual. Family are best advised to do their mourning long before the individual is dead physically.
On the other hand, no doctor or technology can measure the spirit of a human soul, or know when an inward spark of self-awareness lingers underneath the symptoms. And, as I believe, God knows us individually, He is aware of our personhood even if we are not. So, yes, ultimately there is hope; of a type.

Sorry, at the moment I am flat out, but I'll try to drop by your site in the future.
Bye.
J.G.



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