
The Language of Us
Doris Falidis-Nickolas’ poetry beautifully captures love, loss, and remembrance, offering comfort to those navigating grief.
ARNOLDBradley James30.10.83 - 23.12.04Sometimes my memories sneak out of my eyes and roll down my cheeks.A mother holds her Child's hand for a while, their hearts forever.Happy Christmasmy darling.Loving you always, Mum
Where would you like to share this Tribute?