Special

Supposing that “special” is somewhere soft, and never further away, As always in my space…. The air I take in The calm colors I catch in every view The strong words that make a better soldier out of me The safe hand of someone who knows The smile of a stranger The distance between where I had been, and where I am going The warmth of remembrance The blessing of friendship The greatness in growing older The magic of wishing wells The power of prayer The way that all my questions are answered The laughter through pain The sunshine through the rain The fine gift of sight, being able to see the beauty in all the things around me Finding that “special” is not some feather floating forever out of our reach, But it is in everything, everywhere… As always kissing our cheek.