There were tears on Boylston on the day the runners came back. Wrapped in scarves of Boston blue, carrying the hopes of strangers. The blue and yellow jackets of '13 the first ones to arrive In a race for restitution For their numbers to be counted they stood in contemplation At the finish line rebuilt. Boston Strong, they walked in quiet tribute Along the street that was hurt And the hopeful yellow daffodils, wrapped in Boston blue, Lined the street like supporters Cheering those who passed. The daffodils made me cry.