Mother's Lessons
- Joshua Francois
- Mar 8, 2023
- 1 min read
A warm and relieving remedy
to a wintry evening.
As we plane toward the
sizzling pot on the stove,
hints of roasted garlic, onion,
and thyme soar to our noses.
The woman tending to the pot
adds jasmine rice
one handful at a time.
Sounds of yellow sears
as water is added to the mix.
A rolling boil arises
and lets off steam like a hot spring.
She covers the pot and ceases the blaze,
turns to me and whispers,
Now study what has been made.
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