I had visions of finding a svelte young woman in her late teens with a gorgeous profile, bright red lipstick and a fantastic hat to stand for me in front of a blind.
I don't know any svelte young women in their late teens with hats though, so the vision quickly faded.
I called the svelte young children I know into the living room for a conference. Would you believe that not one of them agreed to wearing bright red lipstick OR a fantastic hat...
And just about that time I remembered we don't have blinds. I was out of luck. But then I spied little Riley coloring away on the driveway: sweetest shadow ever.
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 errant sleepy-head,
Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed.
Source: The Golden Book of Poetry (1947)www.iheartfaces.comI Heart Faces