Monday, January 4, 2010
Immigrant
I am an immigrant.
What do you want from me?
I am the immigrant
with long family tradition.
My grandfather
was an immigrant.
My father was
an immigrant,
and I am also one.
For variety each of us
picked different country.
My grandfather left
and my father came back.
I left, and so far,
didn't come back.
I am also a citizen
of a country,
where I am now,
and I feel like one.
Some people still
call me the immigrant.
When I am cheeky
I answer:
We all are a nation
of immigrants - except -
- of course - Indians.
It's New Year,
so I propose a wish:
Good health to all
immigrants, and
Happy New Year!
Copyright (c) Marie Neumann
Pottsville, 1/4/09
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