I was not born
With my Mother’s ‘green thumb’
The apple fell far
From the tree, on that one!
It seemed that the plants
In my care would all die
So after awhile,
I’d give up, and not try
A lovely poinsettia
A friend gave to me
Two Christmases ago
In place of a tree
I researched to learn
Everything I could know
About a poinsettia
And what makes them grow
I lavished my plant
With the utmost of care
It fluorished and thrived
And well did it fare
And, to my amazement,
It’s here with me still!
A healthy green friend
Even I couldn’t kill!
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