182. Evolving with You

I return

To the question

Of are you 

Devolving

Or could you be

Evolving?

How do we

Know?

You show us

Daily

How little 

We know;

Teach us

Daily

To stop

Thinking

We know—

Anything

About 

What will

Be.

They say

That the elderly

Lose their sense

Of smell—

You never

Had one;

Now

You do. 

On the boardwalk

Yesterday

You announced

“I like doughnuts.”

A random comment

So we 

Believed.

Then further

Down the boardwalk

I saw

With my eyes

What you could

Smell. 

Yet even my eyes

Fail to see

All you 

Perceive—

People and scenes

Undetectable

To us.  

You hear

Better than

We do;

So well

We joke

You hear

Our thoughts.

I know no

Answers

To explain

The anomaly

You have become,

So I hold you 

In my mind

With humility

And wonder— 

Will we

Evolve 

Too,

With you?

doughnuts

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.