Tucked In

Before he was born…before his life in this world would begin…inside his mommy’s tummy…he felt safe…secure…tucked in. When he was just a baby…before his memory in this world would begin…his mom was there to say good night…and safely tuck him in. When he was just a lad…growing…still small and pale and thin…he remembers all those nights when his mom would tuck him in. Whether it was a day when he would lose…or a day when he would win…he remembers his mom was there at night to safely tuck him in. When he grew a little older…now more mature…finally growing into his skin…he told his mom he was too old for her to tuck him in. With a smile and a nod his mom acquiesced…much to her chagrin…for she knew, in his heart, there were more important things than to have his mother tuck him in. As much as she loved tucking him in…as much as she hoped those moments would last…as what happens in every family…she knew those days had passed. But she was there to lend a hand, when he needed a smile, a pat..a grin…in her mind she found other ways to safely tuck him in… Her impact on his life was everlasting…even though she’s gone, at night in bed he grins…as he closes his eyes and remembers…all those nights she tucked him in.