The Tears of an Immigrant Family

I look out my window
And what do I see
Showers of cherry blossoms
Falling toward me.

Their story like tears
Weeping in the winds
The season of life
Its beauty now rescinds.

The tears of many
Like cherry blossoms fall
As the reality of America
On immigrants befall

The beauty of life
The security of home
The completeness of family
One is never alone

A family, a village
One hardly can see
How essential and helpful
To parents it be

Rather, America, the land
Of the brave and the free
Splits parents from children,
Who adapt quickly

New home, new schools
New language and culture
Mom can’t catch on
Dad can’t hardly cope either

The rhythm of life
Is broken and bent
The children don’t realize
The parents resent

When the social support
Of one’s life is amiss
The joy of America
Becomes turmoil, not bliss

The immigrant family
Can’t explain the pain
Silent tears fall
Like blossoms in the rain.