
The Language of Us
Doris Falidis-Nickolas’ poetry beautifully captures love, loss, and remembrance, offering comfort to those navigating grief.
John (Jack) Bradshaw 29.08.1931 - 15.04.2017
God saw him getting tired,
and a cure was not to be
So he put his arms around him and whispered ,"Come to Me".
With tearful eyes we watched him suffer and saw him slowly fade away.
Although we love him dearly
we could not make him stay.
A golden heart stopped beating, hard working hands put to rest,
God broke our hearts to prove
to us, He only takes the best.
Dad you are dearly Missed
Patrick, Dianne & Family
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