"Losing a baby takes you to a place that permits few fellow travellers."

Sue

Bron's Little Feet

To One In Sorrow

Let me come in where you are weeping friend, and let me take your hand.
I, who have known a sorrow such as yours, can understand.
Let me come in -- I would be very still beside you in your grief.
I would not bid you cease your weeping, friend for tears bring relief.
Let me come in -- I would only breathe a prayer, and hold your hand,
For I have known a sorrow such as yours, and I understand.

-- by Grace Noll Crowell