Washing dishes

while my mom roams around

behind me

like a bee

buzzing

getting nectar from a sunflower.

We banter

about the silliest thing

about nothing

and like a drizzle

from the sky

like a mountain out of fog

suddenly

drops

hit my skin

as if coming from a shower head

pointing straight at me

and I flick back

water from the faucet

in reciprocation.

Like the toddlers we are

a small water battle ensues

tossing droplets

at each other

across the room

escalating

just a tad

until the grand finale

of my cup

slightly

tilted toward her

and with a jerk of my wrist

the water flew

like a bird from a cage

out of my plastic cup.