Y'all, if this does not make you cry, then I don't know what will.
I didn't think I would be this emotional writing a drabble.
Poem is not mine. For the full version, please look up The Sensitive Plant. Beautiful poem. I recommend y'all read it.
As always, enjoy.
Epistle
Rose x Hermione
Dear Mama,
One does not simply stop mourning. It's been several months since the sun has lost its shine, the flowers their color, and the stars their twinkle. The grass has grown its pitying spill, and the rain is nonstop.
I thought death was supposed to take pity on humans, but alas he did not. He cares not for the pleading tones of our cries, nor does he play fair with the string that he holds.
Life is cruel, but there is honor in it. And, that is exactly how I will carry on. With honor and pride that I am a part of the budding seed upon your breast.
It has been months since I have seen your smiling face. It was your light had lit up our world. Now that you have left us, our existence is bleak as the endless days of winter.
Goodbye forever, my darling Angel. We shall meet again, someday.
One remained in the fair toned grass. She had been her hero, a person of inspiration. Now, she had no one, it seemed. In her hands was a letter. And, in that letter, she soon describes. The words that she would leave her mother that have been cried. Tears flowed down her cheeks in an endless stream. The words on the plaque had torn her heart. These words would come to haunt her until for decades apart.
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The garden, once fair, became cold and foul,
Like the corpse of her who had been its soul
Which at first was lovely as if in sleep
Then slowly changed, til it grew a heap.
Whether that Lady's gentle mind
No longer with the form combined
Which scattered love, as stars do light
Found sadness, where it left delight
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In the shadow of that blissful dream, came a figure that had felt her pain. One last smile played on her lips.
Yes, her daughter would be fine, that she knew.