Finding a Part of Me

I’m finding more in myself
my father, who I thought I
had nothing in common.

But being so far away
I’m beginning to miss home.
Great distances for great spans
may not be what I’m made for,

just like my father.

I wish to have my land,

as he only wanted, where
I can feel a certain freedom.

I long to have my animals,
as he always did, to care
for and love, make use of.

And gardens all about, roses,
his favorite, lining all around.
Vegetables too, just like
we used to always do.

It’s the simple things I find
we both love; walking
about the grass, admiring
a budding apple tree.

It’s funny to me, to find
myself so far from home
and realize it’s not only
his blood that is my own.