I copied (with permission) this poem from a woman's blog years ago. I have somehow misplaced her name to go with it. If you know who wrote this poem, please email me so that I can give her the proper credit for it.
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Shadow Boy
Holey jeans, mud spattered hands,
Tuxedo shirt and bow tie,
Voice that is deepening,
Face needing a razor;
My little boy is becoming a shadow,
And a man's shadow is becoming what's real.
Still loving games, playing with dogs,
Still enjoying hugs from mom and dad,
Gaining independence,
Develpoing a man's dream;
My little boy is becoming a shadow
And a man's shadow is becoming what's real.
Sadness with joy,
Smiles through the tears,
Seeing life's changes,
Seeing what's coming near;
My little boy is becoming a shadow,
And a man's shadow is becoming what's real.
And so life continues,
The patterns repeat,
A mother sees again
What a mother saw before,
My little boy is becoming a shadow,
And a man's shadow is becoming what's real.
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Was going to post some pictures of *my* Shadow Boy, but I can't get into Photoshop right now. Maybe another time!
Until Next Time,
Lisa
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