Before bedtime,
I go into Jacob’s room
with my Lego plane,
the model with the jet engines
and plastic cockpit
where the yellow-headed pilot sits.
He has a weird moustache
and he’s wearing a white helmet
as if he’s expecting the plane to crash
and for years
Jacob has come into my room
and picked up the plane on my desk
and laughed at the scared, crazy pilot.
Tonight I place the plane
carefully on Jacob’s bedside cupboard
and he sits up in bed and giggles,
‘We’re all gunna crash!’
I walk to the door and say,
‘Goodnight, Jacob.’
He waves, laughing,
‘We’re all gunna crash!’