Hafa Adai! As part of my commitment to continue to share cultural poems relating to our beautiful island of Guam and its people, here’s Korasón Poem #32 titled Mangga. Enjoy!

Mangga

I remember the mangga* days
When we would pick mango as a family.
When mango season came along
We knew the mangos would be abundant
And that we’d have to get to work.

We had to pick the mangos from our 20 trees
That my dad would skillfully climb on.
When he reached the top of the trees
He would hit the branches with all his might
As the mangos came falling down
Like huge and heavy raindrops
That sometimes hit our backs and arms
If we didn’t dodge them as they came our way.

I still remember the mangga days
And how we would fill our sacks with delicious mangos
To eat as much as we wanted
And to sell to the market.
Those mangga days are gone now
But they will never be forgotten.
© mnrivera and ltgumataotao

*Mangga: mango

Source: Our Native Daughters’ Reflection of Guam and Its People by Dr. Matilda Naputi Rivera and Lois Taitano Gumataotao