102. Painful

You have been complaining

About a pain 

In your side;

Wincing. 

The same side

With the ribs you broke

Last fall—

The last time you fell.

You fractured two ribs

In three places

And never once

Complained.

And now?

Has the pain center

In your brain 

Reengaged?

Or is this something new?

It’s impossible to know;

And a torment to not know. 

The Poetry of Dementia is an ongoing project to share my family’s journey with my mother’s illness as a year of moments. We do not know whether my mother will live a full year—or perhaps she’ll live longer. Her dementia has been a bittersweet and beautiful journey that has already taken us places we never imagined. Loving and caring for her at home has fundamentally changed each of us, and daily reminds us to live in the present with love, trust and patience. Click here to read from the beginning.