I buy tiny things
for a baby shower
and marvel
in that well-worn way
that you were small
for such a short while
when a patch of cloth
covered you from head to toe
when your hands
looked like birds’ feet
when you curled inward
like a cashew
unaccustomed to the roominess
of sky
I buy these tiny things
and a card
on which I will not be able
to help myself
from warning her
this wisp of time
is a cloud
fast and floating
away.