
The Language of Us
Doris Falidis-Nickolas’ poetry beautifully captures love, loss, and remembrance, offering comfort to those navigating grief.
KIRBYStephen Andrew29/08/70 - 28/02/98Eighteen years without youLife is not the sameI wake and say `I love you'To your picture in a frame.Your smiling face a memoryAs I travel through each yearThe voice that called out `Hi Ma'No longer can I hear.I miss the fun and laughterThe gentleness and tearsThe love you always gave meThrough 27 years.My son I love you dearlyAnd I hope somewhere in timeI'll find you standing next to meYour hand holding mine.Love you Steve, _ Mum.We ride the rollercoasterbut in silence, not in joy,We wonder if we'll everknow what happened toour boy.The sun comes up, thesun goes down, the daysturn into years.We wait for news, we waitfor clues but all we haveare tears.There is no harder road totread, no burden worseto bear,Than losing one so youngand bright, but theydon't seem to care.Perhaps one day thenews will come andjustice will be done,Until that time, we waitand hope,In memory of our sonLove _ Dad
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