Happy Birthday to our leek

How time does fly,
A year's gone by -
That's fifty two whole weeks,
Since a friend bestowed
A hefty load
Of little seedling leeks.

They were small granted,
But duly planted
They should have grown and thrived.
But sad to say
Most passed away
And only one survived.

We were aware
It needed care,
Lest this should slump and rot.
Dug out and lifted,
That plant was shifted
From veg patch into pot.

Through rain, through snow,
That leek did grow:
It's thin but doesn't droop.
It's ONE this June!
And maybe soon
We'll turn it into soup.