You Are the Roots

You stepped in when the world fell apart. Held the girls close with your

wide open heart. Through storms and shadows, you stayed the same.

Guardians of love, not seeking fame. The roots, the roots. You are the

roots when branches bend, the steady hands that never pretend.

A lighthouse shining through the darkest skies, raising the girls up when the

echoes cry. The shadows chase the high and left

the girls low. You pick them up and let them grow with bedtime stories

and morning songs, you build the girls a place where they belong. The roots,