Flower Patch

As a child, I planted a popcorn seed,
in the middle of my mother's flower patch.
With sunshine and water,
the point of a leaf broke through the soil.
Thriving it grew, green, tall, and ugly,
Among the iris, the pansies, and the mums,
an embarrassment to the garden.
Mom said it had to go.
I plead for the life of my popcorn plant.
I had nurtured and watched it grow.
Spare my plant I begged.
It too has a soul.