A wonderful little poem... It flows naturally, you have a great way with words, so poetic and meaningful without being confusing or "ooh-look-I-have-a-thesaurus"-ish (Alas, I have those problems sometimes, me thinks). I particularly love the first stanza ("foreign memory banks" is great) and the last one (it flows so perfectly, and comes to such a great, heartfelt, lovely conclusion). Great job, Child of Peace, great job. :)

Oh, that's beautiful. -favourites it-

I liked this poem a lot... Your diction is great and the rhyme isn't forced, which is admirable. My favorite lines are 'asking for a bit of thanks' and 'Eloped with dread and sprouted wings'. That last line makes the wings seem like some kind of unwanted growth, which is what i'm assuming you wanted, because of the word 'dread' in the same line. One thing... did you mean to say 'pleas' in stead of 'please'? This is great.