Blessed In Aging
~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 weary
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 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.