A daughter is sweetness from above,a little bit of sunshine,a smile to light your days, a sweet surprise and joy that she brings and tears in the eyes.
As i sit to write a post about our sweetness,eyes get filled with tears,they run through my cheeks,throats get choked and my little one asks "What happened Amma?"
I remember the poems and lines my father used to read out from his collections:Life is fleeting, years rush past.... and little girls grow up so fast!
I still remember tiptoeing the room, carrying her in my arms always, putting her to sleep by singing, finish my chores before she wakes up,
Let me take time out to be glad that mine's still here with me. When I imagine the life you will live,I think of the pleasure your presence will give.Many days of practice sessions came to a halt a few days back.Yesterday as she walked on to the stage,to recite and do a play,we saw all the faces wearing a smile.Hands pained clapping.But as we remember,those tender years our smiles will conceal a few hidden tears.It isn't through sadness, our emotions just whirl.As we're both thinking back to our little girl.And now you have grown and made us so proud.As you smile for the camera and the rest of the crowd
Daughters are angels sent from above to fill our heart with unending love