My mother was a bit of a hoarder
She liked a good sale and she
bought many things for us,
for my son
gloves, scarves, sweaters
shirts, pants, toys, socks
She bought things for us when
the sale was good and many times
the things were too big for him
He will grow into them in no time, she said,
her sorrow a lily pad in our pond
And he did grow into them. All of these things fit now,
some became too small
I wonder how he grew so much in no time
and how no time feels like such
a long time
when I think of her.