
The Language of Us
Doris Falidis-Nickolas’ poetry beautifully captures love, loss, and remembrance, offering comfort to those navigating grief.
Shirely Esmee Rose 15/04/1934 - 19/09/2011 If roses grow in Heaven Lord, please pick a bunch for me. Place them in my Mother's arms and tell her they're from me. Tell her I love her and miss her, and when she turns to smile, Place a kiss upon her cheek and hold her for a while. Because remembering her is easy, I do it everyday, But there is an ache within my heart that will never go away. Love from Diann, Donna and Narelle & Famlies
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