168. When No One Listens to You

“How come

You all are telling me

What to do 

Again?”

I try to imagine

What that’s like 

For you;

I can’t.

You were 

In charge

Once—

Of us,

This house

And of 

Yourself. 

“Here I go

Being bossed

again—

Well, I’m not

Going to have it.”

You put your foot 

Down

Daily;

We laugh 

And nothing 

Changes.

“Get out of 

My mouth!

Or, 

I’ll slap you 

All down.

I am so 

Sick

Of you putting 

Your hands

In my face.

If you don’t like it

Tough titty!”

We don’t;

You don’t—

We don’t have

A choice. 

We 

“Can only 

Think 

Of one thing—

Day after day

Like a little 

Dope addict.

Take your pills,

Eat your dinner—

Wah, wah, wah, wah.”

We don’t 

Listen 

To you;

We can’t. 

I can’t

Imagine

What that’s like—

For you.

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.