215. Striking Out

“Hey,

Wait a minute,

How did that pill 

Get over there

On the floor?”

Your husband

Wants to know.

You tell him,

You don’t know

“It flew.”

He tells you

You need to 

Take it;

It’s important.

But you inform him,

“I don’t like it.” 

“Oh. 

I see.”

He laughs 

“Okay.

If you don’t like it,

Don’t take it.”

You tell him

He’s being sarcastic.

He tries pleading

“Will you pleeeez

Take this little pill?”

Your answer

A resolute

“No.”

His final question

“Is that your final answer?”

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.