Friday, December 16, 2011

his shadow.

his shadow.

I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me,
And what can be the use of him is more than I can see.
He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head;
And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed.

The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow—
Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow;
For he sometimes shoots up taller like an india-rubber ball,
And he sometimes gets so little that there's none of him at all.

He hasn't got a notion of how children ought to play,
And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way.
He stays so close beside me, he's a coward you can see;
I'd think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me!

One morning, very early, before the sun was up,
I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup;
But my lazy little shadow, like an errant sleepy-head,
Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed.
Robert Louis Stevenson

(I've got nothin' today, so you get a little poem.)
Happy Friday, friends.


Jessica said...

And happy Friday to YOU as well. I hope your weekend is lovely.

Kristin said...

what a great capture! i just love it!! Hope you have a wonderful weekend!! Happy Friday!! :)

Tracey said...

love! :)

urban muser said...

love your little poem, and the photo!

Karli @ The Bonnie 5 said...

Oh this is so sweet! Your little guy puts a huge smile on my face, seriously. Beautiful!

Marvett Smith said...

Hope your holiday is turning out to be a good one so far! I love this picture of your little boy. This is the only way to photograph them at this age. Always running somewhere. Great shot!

deb duty said...

So cute and playful! Love it!

georgia b. said...

this is perfection... everything!

can't tell you how much i love that photo! and the poem is delightful... had not seen it before. LOVE LOVE!