Poem Since yesterday when Mary died None of her friends have said a word While all their mothers have cried, cried; For she came to us as a bluebird* *a harbinger of spring! In March; Dry-eyed they sit in Church, Boys and Girls who really knew her, Mary’s crowd left in the lurch;
Poem Since yesterday when Mary died None of her friends have said a word While all their mothers have cried, cried; For she came…