I have found myself spending an unexpected couple of weeks with my Mum and Dad, so this weeks poem has been chosen to celebrate this most special of time.

Family

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 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.

By Faye Cook