Clutching Cars

When you’re tired, you yawn, and start rubbing your eyes

And what you ask me to get you still makes me surprised.


“My Ramones,” you demand as soon as you lay down

And you toss, and you turn until they are found.


So we scour the house, your dad, brother, and me

We search for your Cars from the Disney movie.


It’s not Doc, Flo, or Mac; not even Lightening

It’s the low rider you crave, the cool ’59 Chevy.


“We found them,” I yell as we all bound up the stairs

I plop them in your palm which relieves your despair.


I kiss you goodnight and you smile at me sweetly

You grab your two cars and roll over completely.


I check on you later, with mouth open you’re snoring

On your belly you lie and it’s cars you’re still holding.


You think they are amazing and you love them so much

You’re my sweet little boy who sleeps with cars in his clutch.



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3 Responses to “Clutching Cars”

  1. Nina says:

    Love that baby boy! He just looks so sweet sleeping there with his cars. He is so cuddly and loving. Miss all of you!

  2. Kelsey says:

    what a sweet little picture and story. it makes me want to go and get tucker from school right now and give him a big hug.

  3. Corinne says:

    Do we live in the same house? 😉
    So familiar! And so sweet.
    .-= Corinne´s last blog ..{Five for Ten} Courage =-.