A few years ago, my dad gave my sister + I a special gift for Christmas. It was a simple metal stick-figure standing on his shadow. He welded it in his shop after writing this sweet poem. I think it's something we could all stand to read when we begin to allow our minds to dwell on the past rather than exist in the present. Namaste. 

My Shadow

by Brett Yarborough


My Shadow is behind me

everywhere I go.


I cannot stop my shadow;

it is always in my tow.


My shadow holds a lot of things

I don't want to think about.


When my shadow gets too close

it makes me want to shout!


So I keep my shadow behind me 

nice + neat.


I will rarely let my shadow

slow my happy feet.