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