171. Showering with You

You designed

Your home

With a walk-in shower—

For two.

No doubt

You never imagined

That the bare body

Next to you

Would be 


I wash your hair

And gently lather 

Your frail frame. 

If your former self


She would be


Consider it 



My former self

Would have felt

The same;

Known shame.

But not today.  


I see 

Only the nobility

In knowing

The naked reality

Of love

In every form. 

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.