Her Little Shadows

     I saw a young mother
    With eyes full of laughter,
    And two little shadows
    Following after.
    Whenever she moved
    They were always there.
    Holding onto her skirts
    Hanging onto her chair.
    Before her, behind her
    An adhesive pair.

"Don't you ever get weary, as day after day... your two little tagalongs get in your way?" She smiled as she shook her pretty young head, and I'll always remember the words that she said. "It's good to have shadows that run when you run, that laugh when you're happy and hum when you hum. For you only have shadows when your life's full of sun."