131. How You See Me

Now that you are 

A bride,

You have been sharing

That you are 


According to you,

The baby is due

Come October.

Vickie asked

If you prefer a boy 

Or a girl.

Mixing past 

With present, 

You told us, 

You had one of each.

I said, that’s right,

“You had a boy 

And a girl—

Then you had me.

I joked with you,

And claimed 

That I was 

A category 

All my own.

In a familiar voice,

Straight out of our past,

You whole-heartedly 


“Lord, yes!”

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.