Daisy For You Mother

I took this photo from my mother's garden when I went home to Bukidnon last weekend. I'm not sure if this flower was her favorite but she grows so many of them when she was still alive. She had this garden of daisies since I was still in high school and until now it is still there. Every morning during "All Souls Day" she'd remind me to pick daisies from her garden for our dead grandfather and grandmothers. But after her death last November 3, 2003, it was different. She wasn't there anymore to remind me to pick daisies. I was picking DAISY flowers at Mother's garden for HER. It was so painful, it hurt so much. I have always cried everytime I picked daisies during the first two years of her death. Now, it isn't that painful anymore but everytime I see daisy flowers it reminds me of my mother. In my heart, when I see daisies it means my mother.