188. Happy

Your husband

Always told us

“A man 

Is as happy

As he makes

Up his mind

To be.”

We are

A happy three,

Your husband, you

And me—

Chatting

In gibberish

And non-sequiturs

About nothing.

Last night

You asked

If I had seen 

The “hork fork.”

After a reasonable

Effort

To find 

Your reason

I turned 

Instead 

To having fun—

And so began

A round 

Of puns.

I suggested that

The ork

Had made off 

With your hork fork

To eat

His pork.

Your husband

Declared—

The ork 

Is a dork. 

And so it goes,

Night after night,

A little reason,

The occasional rhyme—

And always

A good time. 

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.