Ang Talong Ni Father

eggplantHeto pong si Father ay mayroong hardin
At talong ang noo’y doon nakatanim
Isang araw nang mga bunga’y aanihin
Biglaang mga bisita’y nagsidating.

Naroo’y si lola Basyang, isang biyuda
Kasama’y si Luring, matandang dalaga
At nang mga talong kanilang nakita
Biglaang nanlaki kanilang mga mata.

“Ang talong po ba ninyo’y puwedeng hawakan?”
Ang tanong kay Father nitong lola Basyang.
“Basta ba paghawak mo’y hinay-hinay lang.”
Ang wika ng pari bilang katugunan.

“Ah father …” Wika naman ni aling Luring.
“Ang talong po ninyo’y kay sarap himasin.
Mahaba’t kay kinis ang sarap kagatin.”
Ani father, “Inyo po munang lutuin.”

“Naku… naku kayo po eh sobrang pilya.
Kung talong ko’y gusto n’yo, sige dampot na.”
“Ay thank you po! Ang bait mo father talaga.”
Ang sabay na sabi ng soltera’t biyuda

“Oh bakit po tatlo ang inyong kinuha
Gayong kayo naman po eh dadalawa?”
At ang kasagutan ng biyuda’t soltera –
“Eh uulamin po namin itong isa.”

About M.A.D. LIGAYA

Teacher-Writer M, A, and D are the initials of my two first names (Massuline and Antonio) and my mother's family name (Dupaya). Ligaya (a Filipino word which means happiness in English) is my family name. MAD is actually one of my nicknames aside from Tony and Ching. My full name is Massuline Antonio Dupaya Ligaya. Many times I was asked the question "Why do you write?" I don't write for material rewards nor adulation. When I write poems, stories, and essays, when I do research, seeing them completed gives me immense joy and satisfaction. I don't write for cash incentives, "likes," and "praises." I would be thankful should I get those but the happiness and sense of fulfillment I feel when completing my works are my real rewards. Is teaching difficult? No! When I teach, I don't work but I play. My educational philosophy - "The classroom is my playground, the students are my playmates, and the subject is our toy." Proud to be me! Proud to be a FILIPINO! TO GOD BE THE GLORY!

Posted on October 19, 2018, in Creative Writing, Filipino Humor, Pinoy Jokes, Poetry, Tula and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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