When Jacob sleeps I watch him dream
His eyelids flutter, his limbs jolt
And sometimes a phantom cry is screamed
I wonder what he’s seeing
His mind is still so young and fresh
What fears can he have about a world he doesn’t know yet?
When his lips quiver as though he’ll cry
I want to rush in and save him from his nightmare
But just as quickly, he smiles in his sleep
Is he seeing an angel?
Or playing with other children not born yet?
Or maybe he dreams of his mum and dad smiling down at him
When Jacob sleeps, I miss him
I long to cuddle him
Feel his warm breath on my neck
My little man needs his rest
For playtime with mummy
So I’ll let him dream
And sit here until he wakes
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