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

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