
The Language of Us
Doris Falidis-Nickolas’ poetry beautifully captures love, loss, and remembrance, offering comfort to those navigating grief.
MOULE, Carolyn. 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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