204. Room Service

Your husband

Went shopping

For warm bedding;

Bought you 

A new down comforter

And flannel sheets. 

He was telling me

All this

When you told him—

“I have someone

Who tucks me in 

At night

And rubs my feet.”

Your husband smiled,

“They rub your feet?”

You smiled back

And answered with 

A happy, drawn out


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.