
The Language of Us
Doris Falidis-Nickolas’ poetry beautifully captures love, loss, and remembrance, offering comfort to those navigating grief.
Ian Gordon Wright 1927 ... What I would give to clasp the hand, his happy face to see, to hear his voice and see his smile, that mean't so much to me. The depths of sorrow we cannot tell, of the loss of one, we loved so well, and while he sleeps, a peaceful sleep, his memory we shall always Keep. Miss you Dad.
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