
The Language of Us
Doris Falidis-Nickolas’ poetry beautifully captures love, loss, and remembrance, offering comfort to those navigating grief.
PHYLLIS C MOORE 1935 - 2006 "God saw you getting tired And a cure was not to be So He put his arms around you And He whispered "Come to Me" With tearful eyes we watched you You fought so hard to stay A golden heart stopped beating Hard working hands at rest God broke our hearts to prove to us He only takes the best" To our Dear Wife, Mum, Grandma, Great Gran Loved and remembered always Ned, Phyllis, Edward, Jim, Suzanne, Joshua, Andrew, Tina and Ella
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