My faltering steps and my shaking hand.
Blessed are they who know my muscles, today,
Must strain to move their normal way.
Blessed are they who looked away
When coffee was spilled on the table today.
Blessed are they who never say
"Things could be worse" nearly every day.
Blessed are they who know the way
To bring back memories of yesterday.
Blessed are they who make it known
I am loved and respected and not alone!
Author Unknown