My Friend The Plant

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!