The Special Place
The shade of a favorite tree
Is a spot to relax and be,
A preferred reading chair,
Or a cool brook, a shady deck or county fair,
Are special places many hold near,
Containing memories that are dear.
One step further is a space more rare,
A scene not all souls care to share.
Is the area between a dancer’s foot and the stage,
The space between a writer’s pen and the page,
The spot in a chest for a toddler’s cuddle,
The place between the fragrance and a flower’s petal,
The ridge between a mountain cliff and snow,
Where the mist separates from a waterfall’s majestic show.
Another individual spot is more rare than those,
Reserved for little girls and bows,
It’s a location not all can go,
It’s a site that’s not to show.
A private and precious position can be found,
A setting for two and two alone are bound,
A station two share in moments together,
It’s the space between a mother and a daughter.
It takes a special hand, an extraordinary touch,
Only someone who’s adored so much,
Can be invited in to this quiet secret place,
To be part of a bond, a home, or a base,
Only a person with exceptional care,
Will be welcomed where only two can share.
She took a curtsy, and opened the door,
She floated in and took possession,
She firmly stood in fifth position,
Embedding herself in the essence of the core.
She danced in the post between mother and daughter,
With pink ballet ribbon she laced and placed,
Her unique way in the valued place.
She’s the mist, the fragrance, and a petal,
She’s a princess, royalty, and a gold medal,
Wherever I go, wherever my base,
I’ll love the dancer standing in the special place.
By Darla Clement January 22, 2002
In Memory of Judith McCarty
(1919-2002)
