From time to time you’ll see Stolen Moments show up on the blog. Words forgotten and misplaced, poetry, anticipatory memories, prose, joy and sorrow, pensive emotion, random and not so random thoughts scribbled in tattered notebooks. To not forget but remember the precious, fleeting stolen moments in time. I’m a writer trying recapture on paper how it feels to be alive.
Training Wheels and Little Blond Curls
Jacqueline Cioffa 1998
Oh little girl
Stop for a minute
Let me enjoy your youth
Your radiance
The sheer innocence of fearlessness
Can I ride with you just one more time?
On your bike with training wheels
Let me float free on your back
As you learn to glide without safety wings
Don’t fret and don’t be afraid
Your youth will never leave you
She’ll grow on with you
As you and I both grow up
Jacqueline Cioffa 