
The Language of Us
Doris Falidis-Nickolas’ poetry beautifully captures love, loss, and remembrance, offering comfort to those navigating grief.
BATEMAN. _ Jean. Aged 90 11.5.1924 - 15.2.2015 Passed away in my arms at Box Hill Hospital To the most precious, wonderful mother, I'll love you always. Reunited with your beloved husband Ron, son Philip and daughter-in-law Ling, brother Reg, and your mother. My Mother My Angel Once upon a time an angel held my hand, She wiped away my tears and helped me understand. Our time on earth is brief, there's lessons to be learned, Each precious day God gives us another page is turned. Every chapter full of memories, times of joy and tears, Triumphs and defeats, through every passing year. She loved us unconditionally, always by our side, When no one else would listen, in her we would confide. With gentle words of wisdom she led us on our way, Down the paths of righteousness if ever we did stray. She saw the light in everyone and gave with no regrets, Always from her heart let's not forget. Angels come in many forms, for me it is my mother, With love I cannot say in words there'll never be another. Every day I turn the page in my heart will ever remain, Everything she taught me as I stroll down memory lane. Thank you God for giving me the most priceless of all treasures, Help me Lord to keep alive her memory here forever. I pray that I can some day be everything she hoped I would, That she's smiling down from Heaven knowing she did good. As we gather here today there's no ending to her story, Another chapter has begun full of grace and glory. God's called her to His heavenly home, part of His great plan, Although it may be hard, we all must understand. Faith is what is hoped for, things we cannot see, Heaven is promised to all of us if only we believe. You're simply the best Mum. _ Your broken-hearted daughter Fiona and son-in-law Charlie.
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