
The Language of Us
Doris Falidis-Nickolas’ poetry beautifully captures love, loss, and remembrance, offering comfort to those navigating grief.
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Judith Fay
When you reached for me and held my hand, you asked, is that annoying you
I knew my heart would not understand
You were saying goodbye, nearly time to go
But all i wanted was you to know
Was that, im so blessed to have had you, for being my best friend, that you were so brave and strong and fought till the end
But through my tears when i held your hand, you had to go away, i didnt know now where i belonged.
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