
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, my darling husband; you ran a good, clean race and it’s time to rest. Loving you and looking after you were the greatest privileges of my life. You take all my love with you and I’ll see you in the morning. God bless you and keep you forever. Your Lee
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