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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