Wings2Fly

  She always leaned to watch for us Anxious if we were late, In winter by the window, In summer by the gate. And though we mocked her tenderly Who had such foolish care, The long way home would seem more safe, Because she waited there. Her thoughts were all so full of us, She never could forget, And so I think that where she is She must be watching yet. Waiting ‘til we come home to her Anxious if we are late Watching from Heaven’s window Leaning from Heaven’s gate. Daya Nair♥️

She’s the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street. She’s the smell of certain foods you remember, flowers you pick, the fragrance of life itself. She’s the cool hand on your brow when you’re not feeling well. She’s your breath in the air on a cold winters’ day. She is the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep, the colors of a rainbow. Your mother lives inside your laughter. She’s the place you come from, your first home. She’s the map you follow with every step you take. She’s your first love, your first friend, even your first enemy. But nothing on Earth can separate you. Not time. Not space. Not even death. DayaNair♥️

  The backbone of every family, who knows what you need even before you asked or wished, who's ready to make food for you no matter what's the time, the best medium of communication between you and your father, At your worst time who cried all night and take care of yours And make you believe that nothing will happen to you, the only women who's food you never complain and fed of, even you got the same meal You are the most beautiful memory I keep locked inside my heart Amma 😔 Daya Nair♥️

Her hands held me gently from the day I took my first breath. Her hands helped to guide me as I took my first step. Her hands held me close when the tears would start to fall. Her hands were quick to show me that she would take care of it all. Her hands were there to brush my hair. Her hands were often there to comfort the hurts that didn't always show. Her hands helped hold the stars in place, and encouraged me to reach. Her hands would clap and cheer and praise when I captured them at length. Her hands would shape and mold me into all she knew I could be. Her hands are more beautiful than anything can be. Her hands are the reason I am me. Daya Nair😍