
The Language of Us
Doris Falidis-Nickolas’ poetry beautifully captures love, loss, and remembrance, offering comfort to those navigating grief.
KENNEDY, John Noel 24-08-1936 to 17-11-2011 DAD how little did we know that day Our lives were going to be shattered. Because as long as you were in it Dad That was all that mattered. They say time heals and that may be true But we think that's bulls!#t Dad. Because we'll never get over you. You were our Hero, our strength Our confidant, our best Mate. It's so hard for us now Dad Just to walk through the front gate. So when we walk through the front door And you are not there. Is when reality kicks in Dad And we see your empty chair. The only thing that brings us comfort Is knowing you're no longer in pain. But without you in our lives Dad Things just won't be the same. I can hear you saying C'mon pull ya head in And be strong. It's not easy to do though Dad When beside you we belonged. Well we've got one last favour to ask Father Is that you make sure. That when it's our turn to go Dad Your there to greet us at the door We Love and Miss you Dearly. Your loving Family Sheree, Sonya, Zane, Sharna and Mark Grandchildren Shae-Lee, Jake Chelsea, Taylah and Seth Although time goes by so quickly My pain is still so raw For you are the one I will always love and the one whom I adore Miss you Tiger. Your loving Wife, Jenny
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