150. Pregnant with My Love for You

Out of the blue

I was pregnant—

Poem #47.

Then it was you. 

You told everyone

After the wedding

That you were due.

A baby in October,

But then you changed

Your mind;

Told me, 

You didn’t want to be.

So I told you 

You weren’t

And now,

It’s back to me.

Over dinner

You told my father

I was pregnant—

Told him 

To ask me.

He did, 

And I didn’t

Know what to say.

Instead

I asked—

“Do you want me be?”

As if I’d asked

The obvious

You fired back,

“Of course I do!”

“Big sissy!”

I don’t 

Understand,

But I do 

Agree,

Motherhood—

I’ve learned 

From loving you—

Is for the bold, 

The caring

And the truly brave.

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.