When They Were Alive

by Paige Collins

A poem about Harry thinking about his parents and all.

When They Were Alive
By: Paige Collins
Author's Note/Disclaimer: I own this poem, don't take it without permission. I do not own the Harry Potter characters, J. K. does.


Please enjoy my poem.




Sometimes at night,
I look into the sky,
And wonder where my parents went,
When they died.


Maybe they're guardian angels,
To watch me as I sleep,
To watch me when I'm in trouble,
In trouble very deep.


I miss them sometimes,
Though I don't think about it much,
Try not to think about them,
The situation with Voldemort and such.


My mother died,
Protecting me,
Saw her life go away,
In a magical stream.


My father died,
He told my mother to run,
My mother died from this,
Although she was protecting her son.


I wonder what they were like,
When they were alive,
How did they meet...
When they were alive,
What did they sound like,
When they were alive.


But they aren't alive,
They're dead and gone,
But I wish I could see them again, alive,
For a second, a minute, but not for too long.



Author's Note: Eeeeh...I don't really like this. Do you like this? If you do, I'd like to know. Just review!