Beatitudes for friends of the aged

Blessed are they who understand my faltering step, my palsied hand.
Blessed are they 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 wits are slow.
Blessed are they who looked away when coffee was spilled at table today.
Blessed are they with cheery smile who stop to chat for a little while.
Blessed are they who never say you've told that story twice today.
Blessed are they who know the ways to bring back memories of yesterdays.
Blessed are they who make it known I'm loved, respected and not alone.
Blessed are they who ease the days on my journey home in living ways.