Its in the wrinkle of the nose

You can
see it
You can
feel it
We are one.
Everyone
used to say
I looked
like my father.
When I tried
to compare
myself to
my mother,
people would
say they
did not see it.
I did not want
to look like
a man
who was
lost and dead
inside.
As the sun
warmed us
on this day
and the
Wind took
our laughter
to the sky
I took our
picture.
We looked
exactly like
each other.
From the cheeks
to the
wrinkle
of the nose.
Its because
we had
different
lives but
the same
path.
That
path
was
finding our
home.
And we
are,
We are Home.