Freedom-Fighters Forum

By Elizabeth Clark

Blessed are they who understand my faltering step and shaking hand.
Blessed, who know my ears today must strain to catch the things they say.
Blessed are they who seem to know my eyes are dim and my mind is slow.
Blessed are they who looked away, I spilled my tea on the cloth that day.
Blessed are they who, with cheery smile, stopped to chat for a little while.
Blessed are they who know the way to bring back memories of yesterday.
Blessed are they who never say, You’ve told the story twice today!”
Blessed are they who make it known that I’m loved, respected and not alone.
And blessed are they who will ease the days of my journey home, in loving ways.