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The flowers in my garden were not all grown by me, Some of them were gifts from friends and family. They are a reminder of days that have gone by, All hold happy memories, though some cause me to sigh. The Iris, a neighbour's parting gift before she moved away, The candy - tuft is from a friend seen almost every day, The spring - in - summer from an aunt, the blue hydrangea too, Though blooming in her garden, it has a different hue. The bush with small red flowers, the name I cannot say, Given to me by a friend, now sadly passed away, Grandad planted the roses, sadly he too is gone, But ,a living memorial, the bushes still bloom on. I have also given plants to friends of mine, Hopefully they'll grow and bloom and in some future time, As I am now remembering how things used to be, Friends in their gardens will remember me. |