137. The Mystery of Your Mind

When we left the house

For our morning walk

You commented 

That the air felt like rain—

I could have said 

The same. 

We ran into your neighbor

Who told us of her plans

To spend the weekend

Emptying her departed parents’ home.

Surprising us both,

You responded with empathy

And clarity,

“That’s not fun;

That’s difficult work.”

And then— 

A moment later,

As we continued on our way,

You called out and waved

 “Good morning”

To the yellow fire hydrant.

 

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.