
The Language of Us
Doris Falidis-Nickolas’ poetry beautifully captures love, loss, and remembrance, offering comfort to those navigating grief.
GRAY, Geoffrey. _Delia, ``Make sure you hold Geoffrey's hand''.``Yes Mum.''Oooh Geoffrey,I wish I could put on my magic shoes and click my heels three times, and Meg would be at my side.I would hold your hand and we could walk down that golden road and meet up with everyone along the way, and show us the way home.It would be so much fun. Are you ready now?``It's OK Geoffrey,Mum will take you the rest of the way. She will hold your hand and never let it go.''``You'll be right''Love you, DeDeLove you too, GeoffreyThere's no placelike homeYour sister and Nadin
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