172. I Lingered in Bed

I lingered in bed—

Yours.

I came downstairs

This morning

When the clock struck 

eight

And plopped down

In the sliver of space

Between your husband

And you. 

We snuggled

And giggled;

I told you my dreams—

You told me yours.

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.