Here's a little poem by Robert Louis Stevenson to accompany Julie Paschkis's reflective new post over at Books Around the Table. When I was little, I remember reading that line about the "india-rubber ball" and thinking it was so exotic, so strange....ditto the word "nursie"....I had to ask my mom what both of them meant! Read Julie P.'s post, then head over to Reflections on the Teche, where Margaret hosts the Poetry Friday round-up.
MY 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
arrant sleepy-head,
Had stayed at home behind me and was
fast asleep in bed.
