Here's a poem that I just put together, rather than studying for my exams.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, but I do borrow him from time to time.
Sometimes I wish time would stop,
But it has to go on, as I must.
You were never the most sickly of children,
But, then again, not among the most robust.
You were able to run around with us,
Your brothers, myself and James.
We were usually wary of you, as you were a girl,
But occasionally, we let you join in our games.
.
However, from time to time,
You couldn't go with us, being stuck inside.
We would go on without you, down to the paddocks,
And visit the horses that you loved to ride.
As we headed down, I looked back at you,
You were there, your pale face in the window.
I remember being sad that day,
But it can't compare to my all-time low.
.
You were sick, coughing all the time,
It wasn't like before, it had lasted for ages.
Mum and dad took you to the hospital,
I hoped that the doctors could work miracles like mages.
James and I stayed home,
And Teddy came over.
I watched you, Mum, Dad,
Drive away in the grey Rover.
.
When they came back Dad was silent, Mum inconsolable,
So it fell to Teddy to speak what they had to say.
He was crying, tears streaming down his face,
All he said was 'Lily died today'.
The funeral was on a Tuesday morning,
It was dreary and grey.
All I said was 'Sleep well, sweet sister',
As we said goodbye that May.
.
I still remember you,
Your eyes, your hair, your smile.
Sometimes I hear your voice,
And I'd wish you'd stay, if only for a while.
It's been seventy five years;
Three quarters of a century,
And when I die, 'He loved his sister'
Is all they'll read in my obituary.