It's knowing where your roots are, that sometimes gives you wings.
It's knowing there's a place to go, to escape the awful things.
It' s knowing there will always be, at least one person on your side.
Who'll listen to your problems, and go along with you for the ride.
It's comfort and it's heartache, it's pride and disappointment too.
It's holding on and letting go. Cherishing old and accepting new.
It's waiting for the next little one, to come and steal your heart.
And wondering how being called "Grandma," is such a warm and fuzzy start.
It's watching time go racing by. Days, then weeks, then years.
It's missing those who go to soon, to mix your laughter with your tears.
It's remembering and forgetting. Loving and arguing too.
It was God's plan from the start, and it's still holding true.
So hold each day like a precious crystal, that might break if you let go.
For roots and wings are compatible things.
Make sure your children know.