Just For You Poetry

It doesn’t matter whatever I do
my shadow is stuck to my feet,
It’s very faithful and ever true
but face to face we never meet.
I know I am his, and he is mine
always together wherever we go,
up the stairs or even in the loo
he has to tie himself to my toe

In the evening he is quite long
and in the morning very small,
he never gets his position wrong
and never makes mistakes at all.
Sometimes I get bored with him
and I try hard to stamp him out,
but he always dodges my feet
each time I start jumping about

Tuesday I tried to paint him away
by Wednesday he had come back,
and then on every weekend day
I feel him lying across my back.
He can be quite a playful thing
often following me to bed,
under the covers i hide from him
and sometimes play at being dead

I took him swimming to drown him
but he really loved it in the sea,
he got around my every limb
then swam right underneath me.
Rippling waves made him all shiny
and some people began to stare
wondering how a bright shadow
ever managed to get under there

My dog Buster got a bit jealous
when my shadow sat on my knee,
getting really rather very zealous
bouncing up and down all over me,
pouncing on the shape he growled
for I was in his favourite chair,
and the shadow, he just stayed still
letting Buster cover him in hair.


Today I thought I might share my food,
I bent down to put some on his face,
a woman said that I was being lewd
and how I was an utter, total disgrace,
why couldn’t she see he was hungry?
so I sat on the floor in despair
but he didn’t like the cheese sandwich
and we just left it sadly lying there.

At any rate I knew he was a friend
he was always somewhere around,
and when I hid round the street bend
I knew that I would soon be found,
now how many have a pal like that
someone who sticks just like glue?
‘cept some days I try to run from him
but he is always attached to my shoe

© Stella Armour 13-07-2013