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

sylvia spencer

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