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HER SHADOW

When winter comes, the groundhog’s plight
Reminds me of my life.
A lady I knew was born that day,
She filled that life with light.
The mom we knew, left both of us,
And other siblings, four.
A child was I, a mother she,
With two of her own to shelter.

A child like I, a brother, he,
She lent us both her warmth.
The four of us, now brothers we,
She guided through life’s swamps.
The road, of course, was long and hard;
With head unbent, she trudged right on.

At every bend, her sage-filled spring
Gave substance to our existence.
We knew not then how deep it lay;
It never ceased to flow.
It slakes our thirst when e’er the world’s
Arid winds begin to blow.

Her life-force glow beamed all around,
Encompassing one and all.
She trod the earth with Diogenes’ lamp,
And truths all turned her way.
The four of us recall it all
On each, new Groundhog Day.