A fairy...

A fairy with her feathers white,

Smiles at me and blinks numerous times.

I wonder who she is and what she wants?

She smiles instead if I frown.

Days passed months, and still, she is not done,

Stays with me and cares about my wellbeing.

If asked she says I wish your good health 

And your long age. 

I realise that the fairy is my dear dear mother.