Teresita Cailo Poet Narrative

Our Home

Mother called up when I was busy at work
Be home early, raw dinner awaits to be cooked
As I open the door of our dear little home
I felt welcomed upon seeing my loving folks

Dinner was a festive and we were full
Then together we watch our favorite show
When my parents eyes betrayed sleepiness
They bid me goodnight then doze

Before I lay down on my inviting bed
I muse for a while, then recited a prayer
I thank the Lord for keeping my family
In this sweet home as together we stay
 
Our home, our little heaven is where my heart
Here I was raised full of affection and bliss
To my parents I give my care and undying love
A day's a treasure with them, not to be missed

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Debbie Guzzi January 14, 2011 at 10:01 AM Oops The contest name is Foreign Exchange.

Debbie Guzzi January 14, 2011 at 10:00 AM Hello there new poet friend. I am sponsoring a contest to HIGHLIGHT poets from outside the USA please enter your best verse, just place the name of the country you are writing from on the bottom. Can't wait to read it! Light & Love

Nadia Shahwan September 24, 2009 at 6:25 AM Very interesting poetry. Loved it. All the best.

Deneen White December 25, 2008 at 5:26 PM hi Teresa what a beautifully written write and tribut to your parents and you home full of love, take care D-nyce

Chitra Lakhera December 12, 2008 at 10:57 AM Family love the most precious of all, its just another priceless thing of the world. So beautiful to read and feel that I'm lucky too! Very touchy specially because very few people actually care but then we do:) Love to you and yours, Chitra

Carrie Richards December 12, 2008 at 6:06 AM What a loving poem, what a tender way to show gratitude for the blessing of wonderful home and family. You touched me with your sweet poem, Teresita. ~ Carrie