I don't remember my parents; it's like I never meet them

I don't remember my parents; it's like I never meet them. I don't know what they think of what they expect or me. Can I do it?

My mother was so good, smart and lovely can I be like her? My father was brillant in everything he did can I be half of what he was? Everyone spoke fondly of them; do they expect them to speak fondly of me? They had everyone's trust, should I? Everyone looked up to them; do they want them to do the same to me?

Between you, you could have taken over the world and destroyed all evil, am I do that? I wish I could have known you, to ask your advice and follow your example but I can't. I don't know what you think of me or want me to do. Everyone has their parents to ask questions and to look up to, what about me? Can I solve my problems myself can I do that?

Can I live without your guidance and be the man you would want me to be? Can be like you in all your greatness?

Author's Note: Ever wonder what Harry thinks of his parents? I wrote this little poem about that. There might be a spelling mistake but oh well. I don't own anyone, so don't sue me. J.K. Rowling owns it all