adopted parent

[anirbas]

I am a cutting
grafted to this place
that has taken well
to its adopted
parent

this location
has grown
on me
leeched
into my bones

from whence
it hums
to me

small
town songs
calming my heart

freeing my mind
with its quaint lullabies

charming me into dreaming
of what may yet come to be

[sergosa]

Hi, Sabrina!
This your poem seems to me very individual ... As if you speak to yourself.
Thanks.
Sergosa.

[anirbas]

In a way, I was speaking to myself. I've been here two and a half years, now.
And the day I wrote this piece, I realized, I've come to love this charming, little town
on the edge of no where and everywhere...As always, thank you for your read
and comments, Serg. Sabrina.