192. Harmony

We didn’t talk

This weekend,

You and me. 

Instead,

I hosted

A reunion

With six

Old,

New

And future

Friends

In my

Old,

New

And future

Home—

Your home.

This place

—This sacred space—

You created

With your

Husband;

A harmony

Of two.

One dream

Shared. 

I told them

About you—

How lucky

I feel.

What

It was like,

And what

It has 

Become.

How you have

Become

My harmony—

My view 

Of me. 

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.