Oh how it takes me back
When I pick this small bouquet
I remember so very plainly
So very much I could say.
It started with my mom
Who planted them faithfully
Everywhere we lived
At least it seems so to me.
Their brilliance brought happiness
And when I had my own home
I too planted Nasturtiums
Wherever I would roam.
And now in my pots and beds
Their orange and yellow hews
Also fill a little vase
I'll bet you would love them too!
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