BUBDADDY'S SECRET PLACE

Dear Aime,

Yesterday was your birthday
and if I didn't think about that
and remember your past birthdays,
I was able to get through the day.

I saw Julie Andrews in a bookstore
in La Jolla, and she reminded me of how much you enjoyed
Mary Poppins, and how you used to sing the songs from that
movie.

I have an enormous feeling of sadness as I write this.
It feels like it did when your mother committed her
crimes.

I miss you so much
and I hope that you never experience the pain
I am in.

Pam probably came down
and trooped around in her manly clothes.
I can't write this anymore.