Poem for Senior Living
Blessed are they who understand
my faltering steps and shaking hand.
Blessed are they who know my ear today
must strain to catch the things they say.
Blessed are they who seem to know
that my eyes are dim and my wits are slow.
Blessed are they who looked away
when I spilled the coffee at table today.
Blessed are they with a cheery smile,
who take the time to chat for awhile.
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.