
The Language of Us
Doris Falidis-Nickolas’ poetry beautifully captures love, loss, and remembrance, offering comfort to those navigating grief.
HEYES. - Joseph. Sept. 25, 1931 - Mar. 30, 2001 I often lay awake at night, When the world is fast asleep, And take a trip down memory lane, With tears upon my cheek. I don't tell people anymore, Just what you mean to me, Instead I cry my tearsalone, When no one else can see. So many times I think of you, So many times I've cried, If my love could have saved you, You never would have died. To my only love - Iris.
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