Circadian Poems

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Monday, September 18, 2006


By Rachelle Arlin Credo

After flailing with the wings of dreams
in satisfaction of vaulting whims,
I was finally headed back to our abode
into the forgotten zone beside the road.

As I trotted the all-familiar path,
I remembered my li'l bro - oh, that brat!
Yet my heart was wrenching down to my soul,
I guess I did miss that brat after all.

Countless trees lined up the aisle -
one after another they ran for a mile,
reminding me of Little Miky, Fran and Camy
queuing in line to wait for Daddy's candies.

The morning breeze blew against my face
sending shivers through my spine to base.
Oh, how I missed Mommy's delectable cuisine
of chicken soup, meatballs and mmm, ch'ao mien!

Counting past five houses and one old bridge,
my anticipation grew and all excitement merged.
A few more steps and a turn to the right,
I'd finally be facing them all sound and bright.

I finally arrived and walked through the door.
Then the lights went on and everyone roared,
"We all miss'd you!" they bawled with cheer.
I simply cried, I just couldn't be happier.

Rachelle Arlin Credo is a writer/poet from the Philippines. She writes on a variety of topics for print and online publications. Feel free to check her website at


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