Family Matters Home Care Ltd.

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 that 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.
​By Elizabeth Clark