1972
I have three extra shadows,
And normal they are not.
Unlike your average shadows,
They tend to talk a lot.
And whether I walk fast or slow,
My shadows always trot!
The normal kind of shadow
Is one that must be led,
But not my extra shadows;
They always run ahead!
The only time I'm rid of them
Is when they're off to bed!
And though I sometimes shoo them
In impatient mother tones,
When my extra shadows
Have gone away from home,
My ordinary shadow
Feels so alone.
r "mommy" moore 1972
mother of three young sons
