Mommy said that Daddy went to heaven
and watches me from where the angels fly.
I’m a girl who’s big and just turned seven,
but I still miss him and it makes me cry.
He told me that one day there would be rain
and I should hold my head up and be brave.
I know that Daddy suffered awful pain,
but does he know I’m standing at his grave?
My friends all laughed and said that he was gay
and that is something I don’t understand.
I take the same pills he took every day,
so how can getting sick be something planned?
The medicine I take is good for me;
the doctor says it helps my HIV.

Joyce 








A child's view is always so poignant and good to read.










Oh, Amera, what can I say that I haven't said a thousand times? You are simply the best.














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