
The Language of Us
Doris Falidis-Nickolas’ poetry beautifully captures love, loss, and remembrance, offering comfort to those navigating grief.
12/9/1933 - 8/11/2019
Dear Peter, the first sad lonely year without you in my life. So many tears, the pain never leaves. Miss you so much.
My love always, Carmen.
No crosses mark the oceans waves, no monument of stone.
No roses grow on sailors’ graves.
The sailor rests alone. His tributes are the seagulls’ sweeps.
Forever wild and free.
And tear drops that his loved ones weep to mingle with the sea.
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