Joy’s Poem/Prayer Blessed are they who understand my faltering step and shaking hand Blessed are they who know that my ears today must strain to hear the words 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 my coffee at lunch today Blessed are they with a cheery smile who take the time to chat for a while Blessed are they who know the ways to bring back memories of yesterdays Blessed are they who make it known I am loved, respected and not alone

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I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are. Speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.