By Esther Mary Walker
Blessed are they who understand
My faltering step and shaking hand,
Blessed, who know my ears today
Must strain to hear the things they say.
Blessed are those
who seem to know
My eyes are dim and my mind is slow,
Blessed are those who look away
When I spilled tea that
Blessed are they who, with cheery smile
to chat for a little while,
Blessed are they who know the way
To bring back memories of yesterday.
Blessed are those who never say
"You've told that story twice today,"
Blessed are they who make it known
That I am loved, respected and not alone.
And blessed are they who will ease the days
Of my journey home, in loving ways,
[And blessed are those
who help me find my car
Parked somewhere in the lot, I don't know.]
[This poem w as read by Mary Maxwell in the video "A Reminder That Laughter is the Best Medicine." View
the video online at CaregiverStress.com]