
The Language of Us
Doris Falidis-Nickolas’ poetry beautifully captures love, loss, and remembrance, offering comfort to those navigating grief.
Ruth Rose HOLLINGSWORTH(nee Brim)28 March 1938 - 1 August 2016Dear Mother, rest, your work is o'eryour loving hands shall toil no more No more your gentle eyes shall weep Rest, dear Mother, gently sleep.May the winds of heaven blow softlyAnd whisper in your earHow much we love and miss youAnd wish you were hereYou were gone before we knew itand only God knows why.There is not a day dear Motherthat we do not think of you.So sadly missed by Kerry, La-Donna,Francine, Shirley & Dion, Jamaylya & Allir
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