Post by TabbyForever on Jun 1, 2005 5:21:06 GMT -5
Hey peeps this is a quick post 2nd of 4 exams story, i've written it in about an hour, so am quite pleased. Its not been beta'd so it might change a little but i just want to share it now cause i happen to quite like it.
Title
Do not stand at my grave and weep
Disclaimer
None of the characters belong to be me but they do JKR (we love her)
The poem belongs to Mary Frye (I love this poem)
Summery
Minerva thinks of past errors and future times of happiness while waiting for her time to come.
Rating
13+ (seeing as you have to be that age to be on here)
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
Minerva couldn’t believe this. She never in a million years thought this day would come, she’d prayed night and day that this day would never come and yet it had, her worst nightmare laid bare for all to see, her pain and her sorrow so impossible to hide any longer that it was on show for every one around her to see, to talk about, and there was nothing she could to stop it now.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
For her the winds would never blow the same, the snow would never have the same appearance when the sun shone it, it had lost that look of diamonds sparkling within, nothing would ever be the same again and she hated herself for it! It should have been her, it could have been her, she could have put a stop to it, the pain was so intense and she’d done nothing to stop it. She’d shouldered none of the burden, none of the pain, and she hated herself for it…why oh why had she not. Guilt was not one of the better known McGonagall qualities but when it struck, there was nothing anyone could do or say to put the mind at rest and only the welcoming arms of death itself would easy the burdens of her mind.
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
Nothing could bring him back, and she knew she would have to make the best of what was left until such a time that they would be reunited and she could begin to make amends for everything that she hadn’t done for him. At the time she had believed it the right thing to do, but that had only left her feeling guilty and bitter at what had occurred between them in those last few days, and once they were together again she vowed to make up for every single little thing that had ever happened during their 80 year relationship. She knew that until such a time came, that he would be with her, on the wind, in the rain, in her dreams and that he would truly be gone as long as he remained in her thoughts and memories. That alone would keep him with her right up to the moment she took her last breath and moved on to join him in a much happier place, a place where there was no pain and suffering, no guilt or evil, and were only the most pure form of love could survive. That was where she would see him again and make up for everything she’d done before he’d gone.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
In the mean time she had to content herself with her memories, try and push the guilt to one side and carry on the noble work that he himself should have finished. In the back of her mind she knew it was the only reason she was still here, the only thing that had prevented her from following him to the other side before her time was due. But still she looked forward every morning and every evening, knowing that she was one day closer to being with him again, as soon as this task is through my love, as soon as this task is through.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
He is the thousand winds that blow; he is the diamond glints on snow, he is the sun on ripened grain, and the gentle autumn rain. When she awakens in the morning's hush he is the swift uplifting rush, of quiet birds in circled flight, and he is the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
Title
Do not stand at my grave and weep
Disclaimer
None of the characters belong to be me but they do JKR (we love her)
The poem belongs to Mary Frye (I love this poem)
Summery
Minerva thinks of past errors and future times of happiness while waiting for her time to come.
Rating
13+ (seeing as you have to be that age to be on here)
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
Minerva couldn’t believe this. She never in a million years thought this day would come, she’d prayed night and day that this day would never come and yet it had, her worst nightmare laid bare for all to see, her pain and her sorrow so impossible to hide any longer that it was on show for every one around her to see, to talk about, and there was nothing she could to stop it now.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
For her the winds would never blow the same, the snow would never have the same appearance when the sun shone it, it had lost that look of diamonds sparkling within, nothing would ever be the same again and she hated herself for it! It should have been her, it could have been her, she could have put a stop to it, the pain was so intense and she’d done nothing to stop it. She’d shouldered none of the burden, none of the pain, and she hated herself for it…why oh why had she not. Guilt was not one of the better known McGonagall qualities but when it struck, there was nothing anyone could do or say to put the mind at rest and only the welcoming arms of death itself would easy the burdens of her mind.
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
Nothing could bring him back, and she knew she would have to make the best of what was left until such a time that they would be reunited and she could begin to make amends for everything that she hadn’t done for him. At the time she had believed it the right thing to do, but that had only left her feeling guilty and bitter at what had occurred between them in those last few days, and once they were together again she vowed to make up for every single little thing that had ever happened during their 80 year relationship. She knew that until such a time came, that he would be with her, on the wind, in the rain, in her dreams and that he would truly be gone as long as he remained in her thoughts and memories. That alone would keep him with her right up to the moment she took her last breath and moved on to join him in a much happier place, a place where there was no pain and suffering, no guilt or evil, and were only the most pure form of love could survive. That was where she would see him again and make up for everything she’d done before he’d gone.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
In the mean time she had to content herself with her memories, try and push the guilt to one side and carry on the noble work that he himself should have finished. In the back of her mind she knew it was the only reason she was still here, the only thing that had prevented her from following him to the other side before her time was due. But still she looked forward every morning and every evening, knowing that she was one day closer to being with him again, as soon as this task is through my love, as soon as this task is through.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
He is the thousand winds that blow; he is the diamond glints on snow, he is the sun on ripened grain, and the gentle autumn rain. When she awakens in the morning's hush he is the swift uplifting rush, of quiet birds in circled flight, and he is the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
! But great job!
