The following poem was found in one of my grandmother's scrapbooks. She had clipped it from the Deary Abby column titled "Try to understand older people" on January 29, 1994.
Another Beatitude
by Elizabeth Clark
Blessed are they who understand my faltering step and shaking hand,

Blessed, 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 mind is slow,

Blessed are they who looked away, I spilled my tea on the cloth that 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 they 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.
As one can see, my grandmother not only loved to decorate for Christmas, but she also would always dress to the nines even if she had no significant plans for that day.
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