
The Language of Us
Doris Falidis-Nickolas’ poetry beautifully captures love, loss, and remembrance, offering comfort to those navigating grief.
My love you have been gone three lonely years. Sometimes I cry, say your name, I look at you smiling in the picture frame, I miss you Marcus always with sorrow and heartache, are with me still. I miss you Marcus, always will.
Goodnight, Love my boy. Love my girl.
Your wee wifey Margo xxx
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