132. Rest in Peace

When I kiss you

Goodnight

I no longer tell you

That I will see you 

In the morning.

Instead,

I whisper 

In your ear

That I hope you dream

Of angels

And return to the stars. 

Your husband 

And I 

Rub your feet 

As you begin to snore

And each of us

Silently 

Reassures you

That it is okay 

To leave. 

You have lived well;

Are loved well

And will forever

Be alive 

In our hearts.

You do not

Need to stay,

We will all of us

Be okay. 

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.

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