
The Language of Us
Doris Falidis-Nickolas’ poetry beautifully captures love, loss, and remembrance, offering comfort to those navigating grief.
SMITH. - Margaret. Passed away peacefully on Nov . 15, 2008 A Poem by My Mum When I come to the end of the road, And the sun has set for me, I want no rites in a gloom filled room, Why cry for a soul set free. Miss me a little but not for long, And not with head bent low, Remember the memories we once shared, Miss me, but let me go. For this is a journey that I must take, And each must go alone, It's all part of a master plan, A step on the road to home. When you are lonely and sick at heart, Go to the friends you know, And bury your sorrow in doing good deeds, Miss me, but let me go. I would like to thank the staff at Caritas Christi Hospice. I'm going to miss you Mum - Your son Peter, Tania and Georgie; Chris, Ben, Tim and Sean.
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