Poems about Immigration

here, ephemeral thoughts fading through a jaded memory; there, thoughts untangled, mimicking, hair without a key;
  Silently in the back she sits, everyday in every class,
Rolling stones can gather no moss and so, much can be said for stability, for establishing roots,
Flora and Fauna innocent and pure elements of nature's dance you have never known nor observed,
1995, the war has ended, a family with a three year old little girl
An anonymous Katya or Magda with a simple peasant face, yet with eyes of intensity-
We learned your French, We learned your English, We learned your Spanish,
I am done with Having to shut up. Having to sit down
Your home is silent, full of peace. Just you and your thoughts. Just you.