200. Confession

I met a man

The other day

And thought about

Him

On my drive

Back 

To Buffalo.

—I thought about

You

Actually.

I thought about

The absence 

Of conflict

Between us

Now that you

No longer

Are the same

You.

I must confess

I enjoy

This new 

You

This 

You 

Who

Mostly 

Forgets 

The facts

Of her former

Self

—Your bias,

Your status,

Your material wealth;

All that matters

Today

Is your 

Health. 

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.