As a boy I was close with my mom.
Mom and I that's all I knew.
Then at seven my world flipped.
Mom said "Son, I have someone you should meet."
I was a third string catcher in the World Series.
Had to catch this pitch.
I caught hell.
Maybe ignorance is bliss,
I held up seven fingers and a smile,
I was proud of my age;
however in a week's time I will be holding up seventeen and a frown.
Mother asked me the question,
Too young to comprehend,
"Kendall, should I go with him to California or stay here? "
A week ...