Category: Mother’s Day
When I sit to write,
I’ve words that assemble gently ,
at times with an unknown assertion.
Each one a sentence,
Pages to many short stories.
Selfless and unconditional
Words of love and care,
Spiritual and emotional milieu;
Oscillating between a situational teacher ,
Otherwise a friend;
Lessons unplanned yet taught,
Each one a description.
From your scribbled recipes
And shared values of tradition,
There’s never a day without references;
I seem not to have grown any bigger.
But, I like it when said,
I look like you.
Copyright © 2017, Deeya Nayar-Nambiar
Mom’s My World
To My Mother
(Published in Me, My Friend, 2009, Deeya Nayar-Nambiar)
How I wish I could speak to you mom
It is a phone call from you that has now become a desire
No words to say, no words to convey
My love for you mom.
Life in hostel with friends around
Keeps me going
But the beautiful time we shared together
Discussing sweet nothings
I miss the most
And even more I miss you mom.
The Sundays when the phone rings
I run to the reception desperately hoping it is you
My heart leaps out to say all those small things
That then seem very important
But when I hold the receiver I forget everything mom.
A word with you is now like a dream come true
How to tell you it is your word that makes my week
And then I start asking
Why did I have to grow up to be your big girl mom?
Hmm, all said and done
Nothing will change right now
But how I wish I could speak to you mom
For I am still your little girl at heart when it comes to you
And I just want to say I love you, mom.