Munting Paraiso (English ' Little Paradise ')
The little paradise
was full of laughters
of the little angels
playing in the garden
that is painted
with many colors
of beautiful flowers.
At night
was the father's serenade
with his guitar
while little angels
soundly sleeping
on their mother's breast.
The little paradise
oh, I can't remember
the last time
I saw it.
Since poverty
became the victor
father's serenade
no longer heard
and with the mother
both tired from labor
they sleep at night
with their mouths open.
And their angels
faded their innocence
that even late at night
still in the streets
wandering.
Oh, little paradise
how I wish
to see you...
once more.
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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