Missing While Reminiscing
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I reminisce, I miss those days since:
Oblivion can never vanquish cherished childhood memory…
bonding our family together around bounty’s blessings
as Dad and Mom in their acclaimed cooking acumen
kept satiating everyone’s cravings with chef choice
we labeled as our comfort food.
Obviously, our Sunday’s victory is enjoying the Lord’s day
prioritizing church gathering as prompted by parents
yet my siblings and I (decades ago) confessed
luncheon time indeed as best ever while
feasting on our comfort food.
Over home dinner table of God-bestowed cornucopia
our brood would huddle together, mirth-filled
delighted to hear Dad’s thanksgiving prayer
with Mom’s admonition of chewing well
then, we savoured our comfort food*.
Oh, now that my brothers, sister and I have our own families
parents’ legacy of compassion, care, and faith lingers on
especially in fellowships where nostalgia creeps in
as “ethnic menus”** of Dad and Mom are served
sufficing our comfort food of blissful partaking~~~
I reminisce, I miss...
*Our native delicacies: Combination of “Pinapaitan,” “pinikpikan,” “dinuguan” with mixed vegetables, water cress, and/ or snail broth.
**Proverbs 27:27 And thou shalt have goats' milk enough for thy food, for the food of thy household.
December 10, 2020
Edited on March 27, 2021
1st place, "I REMINISCE I MISS" Free Verse Poetry Contest
Sponsored by James Edward Lee Sr.; judged on 4/13/2021.
Copyright © Beata Agustin | Year Posted 2020
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