
The Language of Us
Doris Falidis-Nickolas’ poetry beautifully captures love, loss, and remembrance, offering comfort to those navigating grief.
Doris (Dot) Bryant
4.08.1914 - 9.09.2014
A golden heart stopped beating, Hard-working hands at rest God broke our hearts to prove to us, He chose to take the best. It's lonesome here without you We miss you more each day. Life doesn't seem the same Since you have gone away. When days are sad and lonely And everything goes wrong, We seem to hear you whisper "Cheer Up and Carry On" Each time we see your picture You seem to smile and say, "Don't cry, I'm in God's hands, We'll meet again someday!" You are so sadly missed Mum & Nana.
Narelle, Allan, Brad, Kathy, Mikaela, Bronte & Gage
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