185. Circle of Life


Was our fall 


All of us,

But one,


For a day

Of fun. 

We weeded,


And raked 

Your yard;

Cleaned out

Your garden


You watched 

Our progress,


And content. 

The work


We stood 

In a circle

Holding hands

And improvised

A prayer

Of gratitude.

Then sat down

To eat

And celebrate

Our love,

Our family,

This life—

And you. 

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.