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My Flowers

My flowers do not come from shops
Or near my garden wall
Because my flowers are the friends
Who take the time to call
They are the living lilacs and
The roses red and white
The tulips and forget-me-nots
Of every day and night
They are the folks who ring my bell
Or write me from afar
To offer me their services
And tell me how they are
Who somehow always seem to have
A little time to spare
To fill my vases with their smiles
And let me know they care
They are the gentle souls with whom
never want to part
Because they are the flowers fair
That blossom in my heart

James J. Metcalfe