Some years ago,
mom has ordered
comfort food and staples
to the waiter in red.
It was for two.
Rice - steaming hot.
Meat - well done.
Lots of vegetables - all leafy greens.
plus ice cream for pleasure.
Year after year,
she ordered the same thing.
I ate the same thing.
But soon my mind explored.
Without mom I thought:
Why not pasta over rice?
Omit others.
Then add cakes and crepes with ice cream.
Then year after year,
I ordered that same thing.
I pleasured that same thing.
Not too long,
body collapsed.
Consequences faced.
Foundations shattered.
I have to learn.
Today, I''m about to order.
What mom used to order.
Comfort food and staples
for my son.
It will be for two.
