
The Language of Us
Doris Falidis-Nickolas’ poetry beautifully captures love, loss, and remembrance, offering comfort to those navigating grief.
God saw you getting tired
when a cure was not to be
so he wrapped his arms around you
and whispered "Come unto me"
So he gave you rest
God’s garden must be beautiful
He only takes the best
so peaceful and free from pain
We could not wish you back
to suffer that all again
Sister Heather, brother-in-law Graham. Aunty of Tym and PJ, and Heidi and Darryle
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