Lucilla Carrillo Poet Free verse

My Little House

Some people have palaces, castles and mansions
too. Some people have big houses, farms and 
ranches. They seem to live Happy - at least 
others think they do.

For some reason God gave us, what He did. He
didn't give us more or less then what He thought
we should have. He gave me a little house. It is
what I call my home.

My little house is cute and very cozy too. This is
what you will see if I ever entertain you. I love my 
little house. I keep it nice and clean. It has a 
welcome sign outside to welcome whoever comes in.

In my little house, my friends and guests are welcome.
They are treated very well, with the Southern hospitality
that in TEXAS you can find and when they leave - they
leave very Satisfied... 

Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo

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Ayesha Karim December 24, 2012 at 3:15 PM I love this poem, I grew up in Ewing, New Jersey and I lived near West Trenton where there is a neighborhood with cute little houses. I may buy one someday after I graduate from college and get a car next summer. These little houses in West Trenton have always been cute and cozy looking on the outside and they cost like 50,000 to 80,000...a house I would be able to afford and call my home.

Jon A Cavanaugh November 28, 2012 at 11:14 AM You have a warm and hospitable heart as well Lucilla. Enjoyed your poem.

Louis Rams August 17, 2012 at 6:04 PM they say everything grows big in texas, and it looks like it applies to your hospitality as well, which of course is swell. (and he does give us what we need)

Andrea Dietrich August 7, 2012 at 8:57 PM what a sweet description of your little house, Lucilla. So nice to read one like this!

Toquyen Harrell August 6, 2012 at 11:33 PM Love it, Lucilla. One can feel the welcome, the hospitality in your special home. Somehow I think they will enjoy their time at your house :)) Love ya, Toquyen

Michael J. Falotico August 6, 2012 at 7:07 PM Love the way it is pictured and delivered in the wonderful piece. Always Michael

Robert Pettit August 6, 2012 at 5:39 PM You have a little house in a big state. There's no place like home. Remember Dorothy kept repeating the phrase after clicking her heels three times. It can get you back to Texas as well as Kansas.

Anne-Lise Andresen August 6, 2012 at 1:02 PM A sweet and cozy home Lucilla, I will come for a cup of tea tomorrow morning. - Very cute poem, love it. - oxox // Anne-Lise :)

Joann Grisetti August 6, 2012 at 1:00 PM Sounds charming.