201. Work. Work. Work.

All work

And no play

Makes granny dull

Again today.

When your husband

Shared

His plans to play golf,

You asked him,

“Are you kidding?”

In your mind

There is endless

Work

To accomplish

And none of us

Pitch in

Our share. 

Your world

Has never

Been fair. 

This is not

New

This obsession

With too much

To do;

Your addiction

To stress

And strain

—No time;

So much to do—

Your constant refrain.

What a shame. 

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.