I found this poem, author unknown, on an Alzheimer related website-
Blessed Are They
Blessed are they who understand
My faltering step and my shaking hand.
Blessed are they who know today
My ears must strain to catch what they say.
Blessed are they who never say,
"You've told that story three times today."
Blessed are they who know they ways
To bring back memories of yesterday.
Blessed are they with a cheery smile
Who've stopped on their way to chat a while.
Blessed are they who ease the days
On my journey Home with loving ways.
I just want to thank those who have come out to spend some time with my mom. I know she doesn't remember it in her mind, but I have to believe she remembers in her heart.
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