Stolen Moments Poem by Deborah Downes

I saw a little boy with his mother today....
bright-eyed and rosy, playful to intently curious.

I saw a mother with her little boy today....
glowing in her love, laughing to intently vigilant.

For a few stolen moments, I was that mother, you were that little boy
and their joy was ours.

Now the bond has shifted, and I am the one clinging tightly to your hand
holding on to the memory of a time when I was your world and you were mine.