160. Fun and Games

Your husband

Was calling your name.

You passed 

By him

And said


When you entered

The next room

You told Vickie

You were going

To hide 

From him.

Giddy and giggling— 

“I’m going to hide;

I’m going to hide.” 



You lowered yourself

On to all fours

In front 

Of a wingback chair

Then buried 

Your face

In the cushions—


Your husband

Played along,

Came into the room



Where are you?”

When he found you,

You laughed

And laughed.

Everyone laughed. 


Was a good day. 

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.