Apples to Oranges

I was en route a new
Home
When I made a pit stop
At the house that once
Used to be
Home,
Where a German shepherd
Who leapt at my sight
And two humans
About seven decades old
Who's blood I have
Running in my system
With unconditional positive regard
Nested.
The house that I used to call 
Home
Now inhabits strangers
And the streets I could map, blindfolded
Are slowly fading from my memory.
I never had a place to call my own
I am from a nomadic breed,
Kin to the Olivegreeners.
MH 53
Was the only home 
I knew
And He deprived me 
Of that too,
And even though I used to despise
This small little town
With small minded people
And small conservative ideas
Where I couldn't go out all by myself
After dark,
I now wish I could go back
And experience it all
Over again,
One last time
Just to appreciate it
Like I never did

Gestures

My father met his mother in law
After a year today
And bought her a packet 
Of frozen corns
That she cherishes
Every kernel of.
It was just 
A packet of frozen corns
But the gleam
In her eyes, chin perked 
A little upward,
When she said,
"Your father 
Always remembers to get me these",
Was the reason why
He bought her just 
A packet of frozen corns