The Poetry of Everyday Things by Peggy Carter

I'm new here
A couple of months ago,
I was the sturdy tip of a vining plant.
She was busy trimming my dead branches
When I felt the snip
And I fell into her astonished hand.

She looked horrified at my pain and my freedom
And then she remembered
That water agreed with me

So I found myself healing
In a lovely graceful round vase full of water
In her kitchen's window sill...

It was perfect and healthy for me
I got busy growing
I was content but I knew it could not last.

I felt her energy coming at me
And then we went outside
To her potting bench, rarely used it seems

The next thing I knew
I was up to my neck in dirt.
Then I felt the flood of water again
And I knew that I was home.

Now I'm upstairs in her bedroom
Lovely indirect light shines on me
She looks at me every day just to make sure

I've grown a baby leaf
And it's growing one too
I need to get going being alive
It's what I do...

I'm new here
But I am at home.

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