Heartbeat like a little train, forging on, through the fray

Sometimes in the quiet I can hear it

You send me up into the night, a mother's hopeless, endless flight

of worry I can't be a better fit

And oh how little I've become for you, certain there is more to do

before I introduce you to the air

But in my dreams I see your face, your honey eyes and chubby waist 

and overcome, I linger and I stare…