
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.
A cure was not to be.
So He put His arm around you and whispered,
"Come with Me."
With tearful eyes we watched you
and saw you fade away.
Although we loved you dearly,
we could not make you stay.
A golden heart stopped beating,
your tender hands at rest.
God took you home to prove to us
He only takes the best.
RIP
Love from your brother Giuseppe and family
Funeral by : Tony Monte Funerals
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