Every Mother’s Day
She bought daisies
They were her grandmother’s favorite
So she kept it as a middle name
She missed her the most at brunch
They would sneak in a deck of cards
And play goldfish for hours
While the waiters eyed them
She always wanted to be like her
Headstrong and witty
Spending hours walking with her at the local gardens
Discussing her life
She misses her grandmother more these days
The advice without consequences
The comfort found in a smile
Missed being able to hold her hand
On Mother’s Day
She bought daisies
They reminded her of her grandmother’s smile
Poetic Trials 