
The Language of Us
Doris Falidis-Nickolas’ poetry beautifully captures love, loss, and remembrance, offering comfort to those navigating grief.
SULTANA, Michael 22.10.1926 - 12.11.2011 God looked around his garden and found an empty place. He then looked down upon the earth and saw your face. He put his arm around you and lifted you to rest, God's garden must be beautiful he always takes the best. He saw the road was getting rough and the hills were hard to climb. So he closed your weary eyelids, and whispered peace be thine. It broke our hearts to lose you but you didnt go alone, for part of us went with you the day God called you home. Further in my heart your loving wife Maria
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