145. A Final Feast

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We had a crab feast


To celebrate summer—

And you.

You sat down at the table

In front of a pile of crabs

And knew

Exactly what to do. 

You pounded away

And sucked crab meat

From claws.

Ate every bite 

Of lump back fin

With a huge grin

And messy hands.

We relished

Your joy

And stored away 

A memory of this day;

Your final feast

The Eastern Shore way.

Corn, crabs and Old Bay—

The seasoning

Of our love 

For this time and place

We’ve shared— 

With you. 

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.