122. Not Yet

This is not 

The poem 

I wrote

Today.

Not the verse

I poured 

From my heart

Blinded by

Tears,

Raw

With emotion

And fear. 

I went

To the edge

Today

And looked

Over.

I saw where

You are going

And I know

I will let you 

Go. 

But now

Is not

That moment,

And I leave

My verse

Unsaid— 

“Don’t cross

Your bridges

Before 

You get 

To them.”

—Your 

Standard refrain

Running through

My head. 

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.