Something Special
Part of something special
Of grandma's cookie cupboard
Passing out the treats
Good things to eat and savor
The taste of Christmas
At her house
And out, us all to
Hers on all the holidays
Being held in a soft
Bosom of a loved one
Exchanging every energy
Of hope from older family
And still feeling hands
And knees pressed against
The carpet while we
Watch tv
On listless afternoons at
Grandmas something special
At those arms I still
Stretch out to reach
To catch me while I fall
Through work, the bills
Of it all
Tumbling afraid through days
Looking at yesterday's
It’s a luxury to look behind
Myself instead of at the past
As it flies by
That I find my own wings
To spread and life of bread
To catch me on the glide
Always have I been able
Even after cookie cupboards gone
To be part of people’s joining palms
To be part of something special