166. Resistance Training

I’ve spent my life


Core strength

Through my


To your 



And strategizing 

The delivery 

Of my ideas.

Your practical,

Critical eye

Sees faults 

And flaws.

In my enthusiasm

I see everywhere


Blue skies. 

But last night

I jumped in

Without preamble

Or caution

And shared

My new life


You hear everything;

You said nothing.

It felt strange—

You being there,

But not there. 

No struggle

Between us;

No need 

To justify my right

To be


No longer

In training—

No longer

Your child. 

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.