147. Goodbye

I packed my car

Then sat on the couch

With you

For an hour. 

I rubbed your head;

We napped.

When it was time

To leave

I rubbed your chest

And told you

“I am always

In your heart—

And you

In mine.” 

You said, 

“That’s nice. 

You’re going 

To have a grand


But don’t come home

With a 


Now get your keys

And get out of


#147 Goodbye

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.