When It Rains, It Pours

For my Mom.  For the grief that is here, and the greater grief to come:

Let your sorrow be my pain;
Let your cry tear out of my throat;
Your tears will choke my breath, and
Your rage burn my eyes --
I will hold your grief for you
                  Until you heal.

~Tara K. Harper, out of "Wolf's Bane"