Tradition, Thirty Years

It was a gift
for our wedding
almost 30 years ago.


My father taught me
how to wash rice
he was very precise.


If it came out too wet
or too dry
it wasn't the food's fault.


"You need to be mindful
pay attention to the details.
They will always notice."


All through the years
always faithful
quick and easy lunches.


Eventually it grew old
electric sparks and sputters
as all things tend to do.


Honorable retirement
a day or two before
ending up in the garbage bin.


The replacement works
but it's not the same.
A new generation.


The tradition goes on
as I teach my daughter
how to wash rice.

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