146. Your Legacy of Love

146. Legacy of Your Love

I drove away


Not knowing

If I’d hold you


Your skeleton 

With skin.

Like the dried leaves

You gathered

On our walk,

Brittle with decay,

You decompose 

Before our eyes.

Until one day, 

Like dust

Your breath 

Will mingle with

Our own;

Your life

The mulch

In which we’ll plant

Our love—

And grow. 

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.