Rice in the pot is warm and fragrant
In my bowl it's nourishing and filling
I smell the rice cooker before my mom calls for dinner
Sometimes she adds brown ice, purple rice, grains, sweet potato
Rice in the pot is always cooking by the time school ends
It's ready for me when I finish my homework
I miss its little songs and my mom's footsteps on our kitchen's linoleum floor
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