I saw my mother's photograph when she was young like me
a ponytail, fine flower, frock, and plaster on her knee
she stood smiling with her own mom
whom i call my granny
now i think i understand this thing called family
it means we're all connected like links that make a chain
like petals on a flower stem like streams of pouring rain
each link like a ring of love and each leaf one of a kind
each raindrop different from the rest no two alike you'll find
our lives are intertwine as we grow one from the other
and so with passing time maybe i will be a mother
my mom will become a granny as on our family grows
to the beautiful baby but who share the same shape nose
I saw my mother's photograph when she was young like me
a ponytail, fine flower, frock and plaster on her knee
she stood smiling with her own mom whom i call my granny
now i think i understand this thing called family
our lives are intertwine as we grow one from the other
and so with passing time maybe i will be a mother
my mom will become a granny as on our family grows
to the beautiful baby but who share the same shape nose

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