
The Language of Us
Doris Falidis-Nickolas’ poetry beautifully captures love, loss, and remembrance, offering comfort to those navigating grief.
Memory is a keepsake, its a like a throne of gold
Never will it tarnish or grow the least bit old
We can't bring back the old days when we were
all together but the memory of you will live within us forever.
Sadly missed by Uncle Kon, Aunt Sissy and all your cousins.
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