Throw-Back Thursday

Little Shadow (Poem I wrote regarding my younger sister)

Trailing behind me I feel there’s a shadow:

A shadow with short chocolate hair,

A shadow with large innocent eyes,

A shadow with small curious hands,

A shadow that always wants to try.

This is a shadow whose feet, though connected to me, can’t seem to stop bouncing and dancing.

I hear a smile behind me, I am certain that it is the shadow now.

A shadow that stops and randomly starts prancing,

A shadow that’s every move is dramatic,

A shadow that wiggles with passionate eagerness,

A shadow that is oddly charismatic.

A shadow that is similar, and connected to me, that is a separate figure all on its own.

I cannot help but laugh as I look back, laughing at the shadow behind me that I know is there.

A shadow that is my best friend,

A shadow that’s wisdom is centered at home,

A shadow that blooms like a beautiful flower,

A shadow that forever I have known.

This shadow looks up to me, and though connected to me, I know it will grow up to be something new.

I know that the shadow will be a light in the world.

She is my little shadow.