Mom’s Cooking

Garlic and onions sauté,
The smell so intoxicating.
With natural instinct I am led
To the center of it all.

Mom stands there with
Confidence and purpose.
Stove tops and rice cookers on,
Knife in hand.

The aromas of the vegetables
And the sauces bombard
My nostrils.
I have joined her cause.

We laugh and cook,
Dance and sing.
Just like old times,
We are brought together again.

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