Less Than a Year

The sound of your laugh, the touch of your skin, the joy you give me that lives deep within. The still of the silence, your breath as you sleep with one tiny, soft fist clutching your toy sheep. Memories of these things are all I can hold. The sheets of your crib now lay so cold. I cherish our photo, the last one we shared, before the SIDS took you, when Heaven still cared. It's true what they say, though I think it a crutch: What comes to us freely costs far too much. Your love, darling child, never cost a penny. Soon with these pills I'll hold you, sweet Jenny...