125. We Carry On

The cyclical sadness

Of the world

Is at a zenith 

These days—

I feel this,

Just as I feel you

Retreating. 

I feel the frayed 

And fragile

Tether 

That holds 

All of us

Together

And wonder 

How much 

I can bear. 

This daily

Vulnerability

We wear

Weighs heavily

On tired shoulders;

Bruises further

This bleeding

Heart.

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.