193. Forgiven

Forgive me

My trespasses

As I forgive

You.

We do not

Own

This land—

Or 

One another. 

We walk

Together

Side by side.

Me dreaming

Of you

Here

With me—

Our relationship

Healthy;

Our trespasses 

Healed. 

Trespasses

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.