
The Language of Us
Doris Falidis-Nickolas’ poetry beautifully captures love, loss, and remembrance, offering comfort to those navigating grief.
KIRBYStephen Andrew29/08/70 - 28/02/98I kiss you every morningand softly speak yourname,Say "I love you, Stephen"to a picture in a frame.Your wit, your charm andlaughter, the gentlenessand tears,Leaves me with specialmemories, to help methrough the years.How much I miss youbeing here, words justcannot say,The ache thats deepinside my heart, hasnever gone away.I love you so very much._ Mum.We ride the rollercoasterbut in silence, not in joy,We wonder if well 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 theydont 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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