It's kind of funny.
That's his first thought, anyway.
It's funny how she gives him
Bubble gum wrappers.
And it's funny how he gives him
Pictures from textbooks.
But then, something
Changes.
And it's weird.
It's weird how she's his mum, but doesn't even seem to recognize him.
It's weird how he had a career, but doesn't know his name, much less his son's.
It's weird how each time he sees them, it's like they've replayed the same scene
A thousand times, but, to them, it's never any more familiar.
But then something
Changes.
And it's sad.
It's sad how she's only a thread from death,
When it ought to have been cut.
It's sad how he's his father, stuck forever in a hospital,
Never really knows the boy who visits every holiday.
It's sad how the spell has killed them just as much as
Avada Kedavra, just in a different way.
But then something
Changes.
And it's scary.
It's scary how she sees,
But doesn't ever understand.
It's scary how he hears
But doesn't ever comprehend.
It's scary how they look, at first, normal
But are as far from it as one can possibly be.
But then something
Changes.
And it's confusing.
It's confusing how she smiles,
But doesn't know why.
It's confusing how he sings,
Without knowing the words.
But then something
Changes.
And it's embarrassing.
It's embarrassing how she laughs
When there's no joke.
It's embarrassing how he speaks and sounds
Less sane than Loony Lovegood.
It's embarrassing how they dote on him,
But can't even remember his name.
But then something
Changes.
And it's something to be proud of.
It's something to be proud of that she stood up to Voldemort.
It's something to be proud of that he defied the more powerful figure.
And then, nothing
Changes.
AN: Thanks so much to my wonderful beta reader, wisegirlweasley. :) I'm fairly new to writing free-verse poetry, so the help is greatly appreciated.