Between the ashes and sand-like debris, a singed pocket notebook lies there in the ruins of a home, waiting for its owner to come back one day to claim it her own.
There's a poem scribbled there, dated July 31st, 1981. A favorite pasttime of Lily's, writing poems made with spinning threads of fast-moving thoughts in her often muddled brain.
She scribbles sentences in tranquility, laughing softly as she is filled with memories of her first and only son. She dips her quill in ink again and again, making the squeaky noises a quill often makes.
"Lily! Come down here, quick! Take a picture of us!" James calls to her, and Lily quickly jumps to her feet and bounds down the staircase, her open, beloved notebook forgotten.
As
a fond mother, when the day is o'er,
Leads by the hand her little
child to bed,
Half willing, half reluctant to be led,
And leave
his broken playthings on the floor,
Still gazing at them through
the open door,
Nor wholly reassured and comforted
By promises
of others in their stead,
Which, though more splendid, may not
please him more;
So Nature deals with us, and takes away
Our
playthings one by one, and by the hand
Leads us to rest so gently,
that we go
Scarce knowing if we wish to go or stay,
Being too
full of sleep to understand
How far the unknown transcends the
what we know.
- By Lily Potter, July 31st, 1981
There's a scribbled poem in a pocket notebook, a favorite of many and a fan of others.
It is impossible to read more of these, for there are none. None in a pocket notebook. More are in diary's that were lost in a burning cottage. All because of a certain job Lily took on, that destroyed all of her insightful and serene poems.
Instead of becoming a poet and writing hundreds of thoughtful poems that would please her fans, she became an Auror and died.
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Happy Halloween! (Although it's a day late) =]
P.S. Is the ending too confusing?? I read it over and over and it seemed fine, but I don't know. Please review!
- Nisha