You did not go away that day
For thousands came to weep and pray
They carried you in hearts and minds
And came to see you one last time
Their faith in you held strong and true
While greiving masses formed and grew
They stood outside the church and mourned
Then waded through the growing storm
They would not leave you all alone
To go to your eternal home
They marched along the weary road
They bowed their heads
They knelt in snow
Flowers echoed sentiments
Of your innocence and guiltlessness
Your last breath was a sacrifice
An unfair trade for broken lives
Your soul now rests in calm repose
Where lonely lies a crimson rose
You did not go away that day
We mourn you still, Bartholomew Shea
Poem by: Kathleen Prue
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