
The Language of Us
Doris Falidis-Nickolas’ poetry beautifully captures love, loss, and remembrance, offering comfort to those navigating grief.
Patricia Margaret Donald 22.01.42 - 22.11.11 They say you don't know, What you've got until it's gone. But I must be different, Because I always knew, How lucky I was to have a Mum like you. They say that time's a healer, But I'm not so sure, For every time I think of you, I miss you even more. I miss your smile...I miss your voice. I miss your laugh...I miss your tears. And most of all....I miss your endless love. You were a special Mum, In whom I could always confide, Always wise and caring, Always on my side. I loved you more than anything, I loved you to the end, You were my Mother first, Then my truest and very best Friend. Forever in our thoughts, Janelle and Family.
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