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 Nanny
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 too 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 precious crystal
That might break if you let go
For roots and wings are compatible things
Make sure your children know..