I have a little friend who I always see. <br />He sometimes darts about but he's always <br />there for me. <br />Sometimes I lose him and he is gone for a <br />week; but that's because he likes to play <br />hide n seek. In the early morning he looks <br />so very tall; then when I go to have my lunch <br />he has shrunk a somewhat small. <br />When he's around in the evening I think he's <br />having fun because he looks like a giant and I'm <br />wondering what I've done. <br />when I go to my bed he likes to say good night. <br />He is always there to comfort me until the light <br />goes out of sight. <br />When I wake up in the morning he's looking rather <br />tall, it's then he gets excited and starts to climb <br />the wall. <br />My shadow has been my very own friend; and there <br />he will stay right to the end.<br /><br />sylvia spencer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-shadow-3/
