Infants Remembered In Silence (IRIS) - Poems

Let Me Come In Friend

By Grace Noll Crowell

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 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.

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