
The Language of Us
Doris Falidis-Nickolas’ poetry beautifully captures love, loss, and remembrance, offering comfort to those navigating grief.
CROUT, Dianne Patricia
Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land:
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
nor I half turn to go, yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you plann’d:
Only remember me; you understand
Dianne Patricia Crout
1944 - 2006
Dearly loved
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