Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or any of the associated characters.
Summary: A quick poem about the Aftermath of the Battle of Hogwarts, particularly Fred's Death.
A/N: This poem is dedicated to my twin, Sally, who drowned at the age of nineteen on December 26, 2005.
GRIEF AND LOSS
An ocean of tears, a well of sorrow,
Reluctance to be forced to face tomorrow.
Loss of your family, of a lover or friend,
A pain that seemingly has no end.
A sister's grief, a mother's cry,
Both unwilling to say goodbye.
The Heavens weep, a misery of weather,
Reflection of wishing for more time together
Stages of grief, a friend's denial
A son's anger rages in a deepening spiral
A twin's useless bargaining, a lover's depression
A brother's acceptance, the final concession
A breakdown, a crisis, Animosity too,
Or spiritual faith, "They'll be born anew."
Arguments over conflicting beliefs,
Yet united as one in sharing their grief
Time eases all wounds, and Agony fades,
To Quiet Remembrance when visiting graves.
With us in spirit, and never truly gone,
We think of them fondly, as life goes on.
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A/N: I wrote this yesterday, when we started the subject of how to deal with families suffering from grief and loss in my Certificate III in Aged Care, and the teacher was talking about morning in different cultures and getting opinions from people who had lost family members.
She tried to keep things objective, but there are some things that you just can't stop being personal. There was a lot of tears and sniffling, and I called my mother during lunch to ask if I could come over after TAFE, because I just felt like I really needed a hug.
My way of coping is to write what I feel (even if I was supposed to be taking notes on Palliative Care at the time) and to wear black on the anniversary of my twin's death, and those of my grandparents.
My heart goes out to all readers who have lost family of their own.
Nat