187. Granny Rocks!

You chose

With your first

Granddaughter

To be called

Granny,

A tongue-in-cheek

Choice

Because you

Were anything but

An old woman;

Not yet 

The woman

You’ve become. 

On cleanup day,

Each of us

Chose

A “Granny rock”

From your collection;

A piece of you

To carry with us—

To carry for you. 

The weight of

The world

You’ve known. 

Places 

And feelings;

Memories

Accumulated

And enduring.

A lifetime 

Of gathering,

Handed off—

To be  

Held 

Safe

In the palm

Of our hands. 

A marker

Of our love

For you. 

chris + mom

dad heart

Granny Rock

(We chose a tiny, red, heart-shaped rock for your husband to carry in his pocket. He told you it was perfect—because you stole his heart. Mine depicts your path of light through the darkness. A circle of light; our family holding hands.) 

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.