My Grandmother's Elixir


My grandmother makes brew
Paregoric, Methiolate, Penicillin




Her hands quick day and night
concocting for the only botica
Farmacia Luz.

“A forbidden island!”  they tell
with only myths of mermaids
and encantos -
grows an elixir of seaweeds, gold, and
working hands stretched
over the Pacific Ocean

A fountain of spring sprinkles
In a town once alien

“Hare mo kami paglingawan, O Maria.
Hare mo kami pabayaan huli ta kami sa imong aki.”

And whatever becomes of innocence
Is a grip between the thighs of mountains
In my grandmother’s  home  of virgin islands
nature has become our free hands
our brave hands
and the big-boned giant .




/rosevoc. march 30, 2017 – for my grandmother Luz Alarkon
First pharmacist, Caramoan Camarines Sur


photo from the internet



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