When I was younger,
Mom always had a pot of rice
ready in the rice cooker.
It was a staple at our house,
born from her Asian background.
Whenever I was hungry,
I could always count
on a hot bowl of rice,
put in a little fish sauce,
or soy sauce,
the savory salty flavor making
the perfect snack.
It was also the basis of many meals,
but there were no complaints –
it was a comfort to have the rice waiting,
always warm and ready –
just like home.