
The Language of Us
Doris Falidis-Nickolas’ poetry beautifully captures love, loss, and remembrance, offering comfort to those navigating grief.
CAMERON. _ Gwen.If roses grow in Heaven, Lord, please pick a bunch for mePlace 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 every day But there is an ache within my heart that will never go away.Dearly loved mother of Debbie and loving Nan of Amanda, Nic, Brad, Elisha, Nick, Jarrod, Sheryn and Old Nanny to Bailey, Isabelle and William.
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