Blessed those who understand
My faltering steps and my hands trembling.
Blessed are those that take into account
What my ears have to try to capture what they say.
Blessed are those who realize that my eyes
Already cloudy and that my reactions are slow.
Blessed those who look away
Simulating not see that sometimes the coffee around the table.
Blessed those who, with affable smile, contented me
Giving me a few moments to tell me about unimportant things.
Blessed those who never say, "I already told so many times."
Blessed are those who know to drive the conversation
And the memories of things past.
Blessed those who make me feel
I am loved and I am not abandoned.
Blessed those who understand how much it cost me
Finding strength to bear my cross.