Blessed are they who understand my faltering step and palsied hand.
Blessed are they who know that my ears today must strain to catch the things they say.
Blessed are they that seem to know that my eyes are dim and my wits are slow.
Blessed are they who looked away when coffee spilled at the table today.
Blessed are they with a cheery smile who stopped 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 ease the days on my journey home in loving ways.
Blessed are they who make it known that I'm loved and respected and not alone.
Blessed are they who know I'm at a loss to find the strength to carry the cross.

--Victor Hugo
as seen on Tim Mahoney's web site