112. No Whining

Comparing notes 

With Cary,

I told her you were back.

Your UTI is gone

Your will to live returned—

And with it

Your many moods.

I said I preferred 

The witty, feisty you 

To the little girl 

That whines.

Older and wiser,

My sister gave me 

Her advice.

She tells you,

So she tells me,

“Mom, you’re whining;

I don’t do whining.”

And apparently,

You never disagree.

I’ll have to see 

If this will work for me. 

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.