175. Two Views

We woke you 

Early 

This morning.

Packed

A picnic

And headed out

In search 

Of a view.

We chose a spot

At the end of town

Overlooking

The water 

And watched

The light 

Of the full moon

Slowly,

Incrementally

Recede 

Into shadow—

Extinguish.

Coming home

We parked 

In the field

And watched

The sun—

Rise. 

 

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.