To move on tracks of boundless generosity

Growing up

my father honored 

every house we lived in

by planting a vegetable garden.

We had twelve addresses,

we wanted to grow friendships

not cherry tomatoes, we were

such silly kids, my sisters and I.

Orphaned by the age of five,

it would take my old man thirty years

to trust a plot of land 

and put down roots.

The Poetry Society - NaPoWriMo Day 5 prompt