
The Language of Us
Doris Falidis-Nickolas’ poetry beautifully captures love, loss, and remembrance, offering comfort to those navigating grief.
03.03.1936 ~ 10.12.2019
If Roses grow In Heaven, Lord, please pick a bunch for me, Place them in my Mother's arms and tell her I love her. And when she turns to smell them, place a kiss upon her cheek, and hold her for awhile Because remembering her is easy, I do it every day, but there's an ache within my Heart that will never go away.
Your son, Murray and sister Sylvia.
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