I love this poem and wanted to share it with you all. I'm afraid I don't know its origin.
Blessed are they who understand
My faltering step and palsied hand.
Blessed are they who know that my ears
today
Must strain to catch the things they say.
Blessed are they who seem to know
That my eyes are dim and my thoughts are slow.
Blessed are they who looked away
When coffee spilled at the table today.
Blessed are they with a cheery smile
Who stopped to chat for a little while.
Blessed are they who never say,
“You’ve told that story twice today.”
Blessed are they who know the ways
To bring back memories of yesterdays.
Blessed are they who make it known
That I’m loved, respected, and not alone.
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