Tantrums and Chalk Dragons

Hide your sleepy eyes in our big bed and
leave tantrums and tears on a trail
from downtown to our front steps,
where Daddy’s cheer-up chalk dragon chases
one little pig and a loose-necked giraffe far away
with worries of lost pink and small tea cups.
Baby big, you’re growing fast and furiously
fighting with wooden swords, invisible
bow and arrows, monster friends,
and enemies you call hooty.
I love you and your ocean-blue eyes
deeper than the waters of your bathtub scuba-diving and
longer than your sweet smile stretches with laughter.
My wonderful one. Only son. Shining all around me.
Dream sweet dreams.