My Parents

My Dream Makers

Alone in my room with the lights on,

praying that no monsters came along;

While I slept you watched over me,

until the day my heart was strong.

Waiting hungrily with a growl,

brandishing my arms ready to maul;

You fed me without a gripe,

until I stopped to bawl.

Now these eyes are upon you,

taking in all that you do;

Now these hands are eager to do

everything that you do;

Now the child is dreaming of

the day he’ll be like you.