Before During and After AIDS

King’s Hugs!

King sends me Hugs from Heaven when I am feeling blue.
I know it is him because I can feel the gentlest of a breeze
His breeze Caresses me when I cry
When he sends me a hug from Heaven I feel like I could fly
I know it is from my loving son way up high.

If a soft, fragile drop of rain. Would land upon my nose
He has added a small kiss of fate. As delicate as a “White Rose.”


If I hear King’s favorite piece of music; it fills me with an appreciation of sweet love it is then; I know King has sent a hug to me from Heaven, my someone special up above.

If I wake up at daybreak and the bluebirds are twittering a song;
It's a melody sent from Heaven. To give me pleasure all day long.

If little miniature snowflakes; flutter around my face
It's an embrace sent from Heaven, Embellished with Angel lace.
If I am lonesome my dear friends.
I will hold the pleasure in my spirit.
If King continues to send hugs from heaven; that is how
my broken heart will one day mend.

Written by: Joan Thomas Nelson
For Her Son: King Lee Kleski
Maw, Ivy and King

Now he sleeps!