I wouldn’t want a name like that
So I called it Ann Marie
Kate said it would be a friend
A plant? Now how could that be?

Just something else to take care of
The thought brought me no glee
I placed it in sunlight
On the table with the potpourri

As time marched on I did my best
To tend to it responsibly
Fed and sprayed and watered it
Babied it tenderly

On my birthday, a special gift
From, by now a friend, Ann Marie
A red and yellow flower
Blossomed just for me