149. Your Swan Song

There is a swan

That visits

Hel’s Half Acre

And another that glides 

Up Cemetery Cove—

The morbid address

For your mortal end.

You scolded Vickie

First thing

Yesterday 

For not wearing

Her dancing shoes. 

When you finally 

Made it to the kitchen

Dressed 

And ready for a new day

Your husband

Announced your arrival.

You held on to Vickie

And did the can-can

Kicking your right leg high

Over and over. 

Then to our laughter 

And applause

You struck a pose—

One hand on your hip

The other seductively

Behind your head.

Your swan song—

The way I will remember you

Playful 

And sexy

Delighting 

In delighting us. 

Vickie + Mom
Vickie Lee (Swan) and Lesley Lee

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.