Bedtime Story

Mother,

How many times have you told me

that it is the

little things

that are most important?

I won’t always remember the words

you spoke

as proof of your love.

Instead,

I’ll remember

the times you changed my sheets

for me

when I came home late.

It’s not that I couldn’t do it.

But it was the thought that

someone

cared enough

loved enough

to do it for me,

knowing that I love

a cool breeze

through an open window

underneath clean sheets.

Thanks for everything else

too,

but thank you for clean sheets.