A christmas wish
By: Ms. prongs (originally known as Kathy M Kidman)
Disclaimer: guess what? I don't own harry potter..*grins* but I DO own this original piece of work. :) enjoy..
It's Christmas time once again
and it's not surprising I'm the only student left
Who didn't go home for the holidays.
But then again, as I look to the window
and see the snow falling to the frozen winter ground,
I allow myself a dreary sigh.
Anymore than that, and I fear I may cry.
Then what would they think?
all the people who look to me for strength.
But see..I have a right to be sad,
unlike every other student here, my parents are dead.
By the dark wizard Lord Voldemort.
and by some cruel twist of fate, I was the one who survived.
Now I spend my holiday's in the common room,
forcing the tears away, as they threaten to fall.
I can't cry, no that's just weak!
But--for some reason I start to think "who cares?"
I look at the fire and remember something,
my first and last christmas with my family.
I see my mum, her emerald eyes smiling down at me.
as I look up at her and dad exchanging gifts.
Picking me up they go outside for a walk.
But that's when it gets blurry,
or is that my vision?
"I love you Harry, we both do."
her angelic voice rings in my ears now.
I'm so tired of fighting this pain..
So i'll give in for tonight,
just allow myself to cry,
Cry for all the pain in my heart
that i've been burrying so deep.
One tear trickles down my cheek,
followed by another, then two more..then three.
now they flow freely, the tears that i've stopped fighting.
Burrying my head in my hands I curl up closer on the softa.
I need to rid myself of this pain, so for once I weep.
But for some strange reason, this pain is one i'm afraid not to keep.
Closing my eyes I start to feel weary
perhaps it's from crying for nearly 2 hours.
Now it's nearly Midnight on Christmas Eve.
Longing sleep now, I can't close my eyes
for the memory of my parents death
replays over and over in my mind.
and it's scares me now...
Now i'm terrifyed, the tears won't stop,
and I've no one here to confide.
So I sit here in the Gryffindor Common Room alone
and stare as best as I can through blurry eyes
into the glowing fire and feel the emptiness take control.
Mum, dad...I wish you were here.
Christmas is the worst for me you know
Because you're not here, i'm all alone.
I close my eyes once more, the final time tonight.
and hear a soothing whisper, the one from 15 years ago.
"Rest your head my Raven Haired Angel..tomorrow's a brand new day."
I can hear her gentle voice say..
Merry Christmas Mum, Dad..I love you.
The fire finally dies out but i'm no longer cold
My parents are with me always
in mind, body, and soul
for once my christmas eve is merry.
By: Ms. prongs (originally known as Kathy M Kidman)
Disclaimer: guess what? I don't own harry potter..*grins* but I DO own this original piece of work. :) enjoy..
It's Christmas time once again
and it's not surprising I'm the only student left
Who didn't go home for the holidays.
But then again, as I look to the window
and see the snow falling to the frozen winter ground,
I allow myself a dreary sigh.
Anymore than that, and I fear I may cry.
Then what would they think?
all the people who look to me for strength.
But see..I have a right to be sad,
unlike every other student here, my parents are dead.
By the dark wizard Lord Voldemort.
and by some cruel twist of fate, I was the one who survived.
Now I spend my holiday's in the common room,
forcing the tears away, as they threaten to fall.
I can't cry, no that's just weak!
But--for some reason I start to think "who cares?"
I look at the fire and remember something,
my first and last christmas with my family.
I see my mum, her emerald eyes smiling down at me.
as I look up at her and dad exchanging gifts.
Picking me up they go outside for a walk.
But that's when it gets blurry,
or is that my vision?
"I love you Harry, we both do."
her angelic voice rings in my ears now.
I'm so tired of fighting this pain..
So i'll give in for tonight,
just allow myself to cry,
Cry for all the pain in my heart
that i've been burrying so deep.
One tear trickles down my cheek,
followed by another, then two more..then three.
now they flow freely, the tears that i've stopped fighting.
Burrying my head in my hands I curl up closer on the softa.
I need to rid myself of this pain, so for once I weep.
But for some strange reason, this pain is one i'm afraid not to keep.
Closing my eyes I start to feel weary
perhaps it's from crying for nearly 2 hours.
Now it's nearly Midnight on Christmas Eve.
Longing sleep now, I can't close my eyes
for the memory of my parents death
replays over and over in my mind.
and it's scares me now...
Now i'm terrifyed, the tears won't stop,
and I've no one here to confide.
So I sit here in the Gryffindor Common Room alone
and stare as best as I can through blurry eyes
into the glowing fire and feel the emptiness take control.
Mum, dad...I wish you were here.
Christmas is the worst for me you know
Because you're not here, i'm all alone.
I close my eyes once more, the final time tonight.
and hear a soothing whisper, the one from 15 years ago.
"Rest your head my Raven Haired Angel..tomorrow's a brand new day."
I can hear her gentle voice say..
Merry Christmas Mum, Dad..I love you.
The fire finally dies out but i'm no longer cold
My parents are with me always
in mind, body, and soul
for once my christmas eve is merry.