I wake
wondering
if Jeb will ever
memorize
eight plus six
fourteen
he soon will be
and he won’t
care anymore
if I
watch him
attempt
skate board tricks
no more
hearing
“Mom! Ok, watch this one!”
right
now
I can stand
by the plumeria tree
observe
his goofy foot
push offs
and ramp jumps
while my head’s
half-way between
tomorrow’s oil change
and
tonight’s dinner
oh
the wake up call
from an eight year old
mom, watch this