
The Language of Us
Doris Falidis-Nickolas’ poetry beautifully captures love, loss, and remembrance, offering comfort to those navigating grief.
In Loving Memory John Francis Little 6.9.44 - 22-1-12 God looked around his garden and found an empty place. He then looked down again and saw your tired face. He saw that the road was getting rough and the hills were hard to climb, so he closed your weary eye lids and whispered "John, it's time". It broke our hearts to lose you but you didn't go alone, for part of us went with you the day God called you home. Your Loving Family xx
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