Recollections of a blue cup

Recollections of the blue cup

streams of water running off my mom’s elbow
I catch it in my hands
This is where I stand
Waiting, blue cup in hand
small streams of water ricochet and run down her body
like small tributaries they join and meet at the lowest point of her upper body
pouring from her elbow like water from a spigot
And that is where I stand with that hard, blue plastic cup in my outstretched hand
It fills quickly
I fill it again and again
Standing in the shower with mom
Writing “I love you”s on the steamy shower door
Singing Skidamarinkadink
Lost in love
Lost in play
Lost in life the way only a mom and young daughter can be.

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Little white bench
Right of the fireplace
Small rectangular window
Lightning flashing
Thunder rumbling
Mom making a special drink in the blender
Serving it in the blue cup
Sitting with me on little white bench
Watching the storm
Calming childhood fears
With love and attention
And a fruit smoothy