
The Language of Us
Doris Falidis-Nickolas’ poetry beautifully captures love, loss, and remembrance, offering comfort to those navigating grief.
Hazel Collins 13.09.26 - 03.04.12 God saw you were getting tired and it was not meant to be. So he put his arms around you and whispered come to me. With tearful eyes we watched you go and saw you passed away. Although we love you dearly, we could not make you stay. A golden heart stopped beating, hard working hands at rest. Loving Daughter Lyn God broke our hearts to prove to us, he only takes the best.
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