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