169. Wise Innocence

Your grandchildren

Are coming to visit

From Alaska

And your husband

Is putting them 

To work. 

You tell him

That’s not nice.

With a Cheshire grin

He agrees.

Then he tells you— 

It was their idea. 

You raise your fingers 

To your forehead,

Wiggle them

And answer—

“BULL.”

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.