She often walked in sunlight
and I tried to catch her shadow.
She often walked in lamp light
that I hoped would never stop.

Shadows take on special shapes
especially the forms of those we love.

But where do the shadows go
when our loved ones are not there.

I hope these shadows don't fade away
but also have their place, somewhere nice.
The feeling that I had watching that shadow
is one I'd like to have again, and possibly twice.

Written in 2005 by Joyce Cotman