Tomato Plant

I feel out of place here

I’m one of a kind

Surrounded by colorful blooms.

Who even cramp my space.

A stake was pushed in the dirt behind me

Then twine to splint us together

Like some old man who can’t stand up straight

And needs a cane for support

The rain came today and wet me down

I drink it into my roots up to my limbs

The dirt beneath me remains moist

Helped by my lady who cares for me 

Every morning my lady looks at me,

Touches me gently (oh so nice)

And just oohs and aaaahhs

For I have produced three small green tomatoes

I stretch myself tall reaching for the sun

 I don’t want to disappoint her

I have heard her say if I produce

She will have more of my kind next year

Wish I could be there with them

But for now I do my job alone

Making it hopeful for others to follow

In my place for I will be gone.