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... I
never want to part... Because they are the flowers fair... That
blossom in my heart.

James J. Metcalfe