In Memory of My Father
He was in love with flowers, colorful flowers
He even remembered the number of flowers and blossoms of his garden
I’d witnessed it many times that he sat next to his flowers and talked to them for hours
One day, I asked him “What do you exactly talk about with your flowers?”
He said” They’re alive as we are, they get happy and sad. They need water, food, care and attention. I appreciate them for making my garden a heaven”.
Now my father’s gone to heaven and he inherited us the heaven he made with his own hands
I’ve created this collection in memory of my father
It may be a small part of the heaven he created for us