My Ancients' Servings By: Jan Errol Gonzales
The servings handed over by the ancients,
The food that remain ageless gifts in us,
These solid savours that prolong our span
The delicacies I always miss in my hometown.
Lemery, the place where I became
What I am today,
Serves me soup to warm my day,
The Batchoy, I always eat when I'm cold
Also, this Laswa thorough the gaps in my vein,
The one that nourishes my whole face,
Ingredients given by our nature,
Boosting my bones to move efficiently
I wonder, what makes me obsess about this one,
Achara came from flakes of papaya,
An exquisite dessert from my lovely neighbourhood,
That makes me so sweet and fierce like a flame.
Time is running eagerly
And I think the day is planning to desert the sun,
But this Suman repairs the time to run,
With its sticky ability, the clock begin to slowly run
Heading to the street,
My nose dauntlessly opens its door,
To smell any kind of Inasal,
Persuading me to pick up the stick and eat.
My ancient neighbours weren't existed,
But they have given us a legacy,
I always miss to eat when I'm far away,
The delicacy of my dear hometown, Lemery.
