189. Slave to Love

Your husband

And I 

Looked at

Old photos

Of you. 

We framed 

His favorite.

When he saw it,

He proclaimed—


Was she ever

A knockout.

I am such

A lucky guy.

I am a slave

To love.

How else 

Could I do

What I do?”

When he showed


The photo

He said,

“That’s my 

Les-eee Baby!

Man, would I like

To take her

To bed.”

You frowned

And replied—

“She’s not



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.