For Jen
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,
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 understand.
Author: Grace Noll Crowell
Uncle Buck will take very good care of her until the time comes to meet again
:rose::rainbow: