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 in two twine 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 in two twine 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