152. Stairway to Heaven

Thankfully,

You have not been

A wanderer.

There was only 

The one time

When your husband 

Found you

Wandering outside

With the lampshade. 

The stairs,

However,

Are your favorite

Hazard. 

It only takes

A moment

Of not watching 

You

To find 

You’re halfway

Up the stairs—

Both hands gripping

The banister,

Your feet crossed

As your mind

Untangles  

Your next step. 

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.