I have a little shadow and she follows me everywhere. I make coffee in the morning and she says, “I too!” I spread Vegemite on toast and she states, “My turn!” I go upstairs and she follows, I go downstairs and she’s there, I sit at the table and she cries, “Up, up.” She plays in her little wooden kitchen as I do in my own, making dinner with her pots and pans. She walks up and down the hallway, pushing her favourite doll in her pram, bag on shoulder, beads around her neck. Always near. Noticing everything. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Me and my shadow
Strolling down the avenue
Let all the others fight and fuss
Whatever happens, we’ve got us. M x