80 Years Later
Sirius and Lily Black looked down at the tombstones. “Very funny how life works, guys.” He said, smiling a little. “Hated each other, worst enemies… what made u change?”
Lily sighed. “You were good men. No, great.”
Sirius looked her over, and then hugged her. “I can still hear u two, coming over at our avondeten, diner table… bickering a little, yeah, but mostly talking and having fun.”
Lily bowed her head. “They both loved me, didn’t they?”
“Maybe.”
A little farther away Henry, Thomas, Jacob and Rose were playing together. The Blacks loved their grandchildren with all their heart, and loved their merry feet as they zigzagged across the tombstones, racing.
The leap of faith was over for them.
All was well at last.
Sirius and Lily Black looked down at the tombstones. “Very funny how life works, guys.” He said, smiling a little. “Hated each other, worst enemies… what made u change?”
Lily sighed. “You were good men. No, great.”
Sirius looked her over, and then hugged her. “I can still hear u two, coming over at our avondeten, diner table… bickering a little, yeah, but mostly talking and having fun.”
Lily bowed her head. “They both loved me, didn’t they?”
“Maybe.”
A little farther away Henry, Thomas, Jacob and Rose were playing together. The Blacks loved their grandchildren with all their heart, and loved their merry feet as they zigzagged across the tombstones, racing.
The leap of faith was over for them.
All was well at last.
someday
we will be the faces in the textbooks dog-eared and torn we will be immortal until the dag we are discarded and replaced with new editions of perhaps the volgende technology once reading becomes obsolete and society falls into virtual illiteracy
with luck we will be remembered still projected onto some cutting edge device that will let them see us in a million dimensions of hear our voices saying things we never zei until the students are lulled to sleep door the languid lectures and their heads slump onto the desks that once held the tattered textbooks
someday
we will be the faces in the textbooks dog-eared and torn we will be immortal until the dag we are discarded and replaced with new editions of perhaps the volgende technology once reading becomes obsolete and society falls into virtual illiteracy
with luck we will be remembered still projected onto some cutting edge device that will let them see us in a million dimensions of hear our voices saying things we never zei until the students are lulled to sleep door the languid lectures and their heads slump onto the desks that once held the tattered textbooks
someday