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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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