
The Language of Us
Doris Falidis-Nickolas’ poetry beautifully captures love, loss, and remembrance, offering comfort to those navigating grief.
Ray Assenbruck 27-11-37 - 30-5-11 God saw you getting tired And a cure was not to be So He put His arms around you And whispered 'Come to Me'. With tearful eyes we watched you And saw you pass away And although we loved you dearly We could not make you stay. A golden heart stopped beating Hard working hands at rest God broke our hearts to prove He only takes the best. Loved and dearly missed from Bev, Peter, Karen, Lesley, Michelle and Families.
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