
The Language of Us
Doris Falidis-Nickolas’ poetry beautifully captures love, loss, and remembrance, offering comfort to those navigating grief.
KIRBYStephen Andrew29/08/70 - 28/02/98Nineteen years without youLife is not the sameI wake and say I love youTo your picture in a frame.Your smiling face amemoryAs I travel through eachyearThe voice that called outHi MaNo longer can I hear.I miss the fun and laughterThe gentleness and tearsThe love you always gavemeThrough your 27 years.My son I love you dearlyAnd I hope somewherein timeI'll find you standing nextto 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 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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