Blessed are those who understand the arthritic hands.

Blessed are those who know the strain of the ears to catch things.

Blessed are those who know that eyes dim and wits slow down.

Blessed are those who look away when coffee is spilled at the table.

Blessed are those with a cheery smile to stop to chat for awhile.

Blessed are those who never say, “You’ve told me that story twice before.”

Blessed are those who know how to bring back memories of yesterdays.

Blessed are those who ease the days on my journey home in loving ways.

--author unknown