
The Language of Us
Doris Falidis-Nickolas’ poetry beautifully captures love, loss, and remembrance, offering comfort to those navigating grief.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I wasn't wrong.
(quoted from WH Auden)
Sleep well, sweetheart... I'll see you in the morning.
Where would you like to share this Tribute?