
The Language of Us
Doris Falidis-Nickolas’ poetry beautifully captures love, loss, and remembrance, offering comfort to those navigating grief.
28/101936 - 11/11/2013
God saw you getting tired, and a cure was not to be. So he put his arms around you and whispered "Come to me"
A golden heart stopped beating, hard working hands now rest, God broke our hearts to prove to us, he only takes the best.
Lovingly remembered by Audrey, Neville, Lloyd, Kevin, Royce, Peter and families
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