Mom’s Way Home

Mom’s Way Home is a poem about my relationship with my mother who has dementia. I’ve been taking care of her for some time, and the experience of caring for her awakens some pretty deep and sometimes terrifying feelings.

I know it’s cold and dark

there where you are

and I’m the only one you see

like some distant star.

 

Because you are forgetting me

yet I’m always there,

feeding you, dressing you,

giving you care

 

as we bear

 

this out,

 

this closing

of your life and love;

this ending of the story

as we watch from above.

 

I’ve been there

every step of the way

and so were you

my very first day.

Mom's way home

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Nathan Bernardo

I've been writing poetry since I was a teenager, which was back in the early 1980s. I've studied poetry a bit, have learned form, meter, alliteration, things like that; but mostly I just let it flow. Though academics tend to think rhyme is contrived, and it often is, I still use it. I think poetry is rhythm and sound. If it sounds good when you read it out loud, then it's good poetry.

I think I admire E. E. Cummings the most out of the great poets; because of his totally unorthodox approach. For substance, I like Walt Whitman. For rhythm, I like Edgar Allan Poe. For the raw stuff, I like Ginsberg. I also like a little Dylan Thomas.

As for my own writing, I like to explore deeper feelings but feelings that have broad meaning too.

Hope to share some of that meaningful writing here.

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Nathan Bernardo

I've been writing poetry since I was a teenager, which was back in the early 1980s. I've studied poetry a bit, have learned form, meter, alliteration, things like that; but mostly I just let it flow. Though academics tend to think rhyme is contrived, and it often is, I still use it. I think poetry is rhythm and sound. If it sounds good when you read it out loud, then it's good poetry. I think I admire E. E. Cummings the most out of the great poets; because of his totally unorthodox approach. For substance, I like Walt Whitman. For rhythm, I like Edgar Allan Poe. For the raw stuff, I like Ginsberg. I also like a little Dylan Thomas. As for my own writing, I like to explore deeper feelings but feelings that have broad meaning too. Hope to share some of that meaningful writing here.

14 thoughts on “Mom’s Way Home

  • April 2, 2016 at 5:52 AM
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    Nathan, this poem is so beautiful. My heart and prayers go to you and your beloved Mother. I so understand what you are going through and admire you for being able to express your thoughts and feelings so very lovingly.

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  • April 2, 2016 at 6:18 AM
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    I do not know what to say to comfort you but you have written a fine poem.

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  • April 2, 2016 at 9:54 AM
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    Thank you for sharing this wonderful poem, Nathan. I know that caring for a loved one with dementia can be an extremely challenging role. I am sure your mother would love this tribute and show of your love and devotion.

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  • April 2, 2016 at 5:38 PM
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    Thank you everyone, for your kind words. I’m glad you liked my poem.

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  • April 3, 2016 at 10:43 AM
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    Nathan , You rewards will be many ! Your writing will move mountains in this form . Thank you for sharing in such a personal way . Prayers for your mom !

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  • April 7, 2016 at 2:06 PM
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    Know this my poet, your mother feels your presence in her soul, just be you, her beloved son. A son who loves and cares for his dear mother. She brought you into this world of unknowing challenges we all must face, carry her in your arms and heart, lift her up when she needs lifting. You are her strength now and in her heart you are still her little boy with a huge heart. Blessings and peace I send you both this day.

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  • April 12, 2016 at 5:51 AM
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    What a wonderful poem to express your love and devotion for your mother in such moving tone. Thank you.

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  • April 19, 2016 at 12:38 PM
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    Very moving sir. Sadly and sweetly at the same time it drew up from the well of my mind, a bucket full of memories of my Dad and his Mom, my grandmother; who both passed from Alzheimer’s Disease.

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  • May 8, 2016 at 12:24 AM
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    This poem is simply amazing.

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    • May 13, 2016 at 2:38 PM
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      Thanks Dana!

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  • September 14, 2016 at 1:19 PM
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    Such a touching and real moment that you share with such grace and beauty. Well penned. Jamie

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