My Baby

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By: Chumie Jacobson

I’m twenty one years old, you are not yet a year

You make me feel small though, unprepared, full of fear.

I know you have a fever, and are clearly in pain

I hush and I rock – all my efforts in vain.

It’s two in the morning, and my eyelids are closing

Little do I know there’s a song we’re composing…  

 

My baby, I love you, and for you my heart breaks

But all I can think of is how my head aches

How I need to be sleeping and that I’m losing hope

All seems so bleak now -- I don’t know how I’ll cope….

 

Oh my darling I’ll kiss you, and I wish I were stronger

Please just stop crying, I can’t do this much longer

I pull you close and cry out with all of my might, 

Just please stop, dear, don’t cry through this whole dreadful night!

……

 

I’m thirty one years old, you are not yet a year

My heart bursts with love and my thoughts are so clear

I know you have a fever, and are clearly in pain

I hush and I rock – all my efforts in vain

It’s two in the morning and eyelids are closing

But I smile and think of the song we’re composing...

 

My baby I love you, and I’m sorry you’re hurting

But I’m just feeling so grateful, almost undeserving 

Of the gift of this moment --though hard– I’m content

Knowing this is the best way my night could be spent...

 

I pull you close and I kiss you, and take it all in

Thinking of what a wonderful journey it’s been… 

I’m where I’m meant to be and the scene is just right

Just me holding my baby, on this perfect night.

 
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Chumie Jacobson

married to Yisrael Meir, is a devoted mother of four who runs Ner Echad, the movement to unite Jewish women worldwide in Shabbos candle lighting. Chumie lives in Brooklyn NY, and is passionate about women in Judaism, education, and everyone finding their own journey toward closeness with their loving Creator. 

 

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