Ian’s Shadow
Today Ian discovered his shadow. He, Ireen and I were sitting out on the front porch when I noticed him getting worked up about something. At first I thought a bug or leaf was in his shoe because he kept lifting his foot up and down. I realized that the consternation was due to his shadow that simply wouldn’t leave him alone. He couldn’t shake it off his foot. He then turned into the sun and thought it was gone, however, when he turned back, there it was. I got a good laugh out of it as did Tim when he returned home.
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I love it! What a guy! Do you have Robert Louis Stevenson’s poem “My Shadow”? Here it is: 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 goes 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 behind 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 arrant sleepy-head,
had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed. Happy shadow hunting, Ian. I love you.
Grandma
How cute!
Love the poem above!
And I am also laughing at this story of Ian.