There are some flower's so sweet and pure, br Flower's which we should all adore. br So sweet and strong they stand alone br So graceful have these flower's grown. br br Their petal's flow with all their charm's, br Their leaves stretch out like opening arm's. br With stem's which hold them so secure, br Their root's grasp on for ever more. br br These flower's are for all of us br They stand above all others. br These flower's gave us our lives, br These flower's are our mother's. br br So if you have your flower br Please cherish it with love. br I lost my flower year's ago, br It's up in heaven above. br br But i hold on to it's memory br As each year it come's and go's br It is the garden's beauty, br It is the precious rose. br br I tend to my sweet garden rose br And as i watch it grow, br It bring's back the sweet memory br Of my mum, who i loved so. br ,br br wendy.