129. Oh—

Helping your husband

Dress you 

This morning,

You were working up

To cry.

You began with a 

Distressed and pitiful



Sweet mystery

Of life

At last you’ve found me …”

Your husband sang 

In a joyful baritone,

Then leaned in for a kiss,

“That’s the song

You were going to sing


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.