I've Come To Help You Cry

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I look back with regret to the times in my life

when I failed to reach out to those in need

simply because I didn't know what to do or say.

If I could do it over... ...

I would go immediately to the home

of the newly bereaved family ...

I would hug and I would listen with my heart ...

I would offer no answers ...

I would be quiet support, lessen the confusion,

no matter how simple the job ...

I would not forget the family as the days and weeks passed ...

I would call ...

I would stop by from time to time

with a small something to say I care ...

I would offer to help out in small ways to

simplify a life filled with confusion ...

I would offer help to the children

whose grief is so often forgotten ...

I would speak of the deceased openly,

remembering the joy, the life ...

I would welcome tears, for they are healing ...

I would listen without judging to

voiced guilts, anger, despair ...

I would remember when they need help the most,

they may not be able to ask ...

I would not assume that all was well

because I had not heard otherwise ...

I would accept and encourage the expression

of grief in its own way and time ...

I would open myself to the pain ...

I would share the sorrow ...

I would give them my arms and simple words,

I've come to help you cry.