My Ever Growing Shadow
started out as a small lump when I was six years old.
She’d never follow my lead or
join in on my fun.
Just laid there, smelling of baby powder and dirty diapers
except for the occasional flailing of tiny limbs
in an attempt to escape from a bath.
By the time I turned eight, my Shadow had finally become interesting.
She had grown
-though not much-
but at least She moved around now
Even if She fell down after only
At ten, I lost my Shadow.
walls and windows,
cities and streets.
But at twelve we found each other again.
Things were very different.
She had s t r e t c h e d out without me watching,
grown into herself some more.
Short, chubby limbs
had turned lean and long.
Her head marked with two waterfalls of hair flowing out above each ear.
My Shadow now moved with
but never went too far.
She mirrored my movements
destined to dance my same dance.
As years passed,
my Shadow learned her own way,
her silhouette moving without mine,
and even though
my Shadow is ever growing
She will always stay
and a little
like any little sister should.