From continents and worlds afar,
Geography and genes wander,
Families from the flats, And the coasts,
Moved by air and sea.
Always moving like a gypsy,
For short times, visits, then,
Returning to the same target,
Emotions, friends, comrades in war.
All mixed up like some great cocktail from God.
Centered by family, love and unknowing but faithful paths.
Leading to Home.
Like a soldier on a mission,
Taking orders, not always understood,
But followed eventually.
God has led me Home.
Now in the second innings,
Love and genes reflect in many faces,
I am the father in desire, surrounded by God and family.
This place is Home.