This poem is from Remus' point of view. The son is Teddy. The original song I got the idea for this from is "Still Fighting It" by Ben Folds.
Still Fighting It, Forever Fighting It
Good
morning, son.
I am a wolf
Trying so hard to just be myself
You
want a coke?
Maybe some fries?
The roast beef combo's only
9.95
It's okay, I have enough to pay
I've found enough
change
Nobody else knows
It hurts to transform
Not everybody
does
It's so weird to be back here
The Shrieking Shack
again
The years go on and
We're still fighting it, we're still
fighting it
And you're so much like me
I'm sorry
Good
morning, son
In twenty years from now
Maybe we'll both sit down
and have a few butter beers
And I can tell you 'bout the day
I
picked you up and my whole life changed
It was pain
Sunny days
and rain
I knew you'd feel the same things
Not everybody
knows
It sucks to transform
Not everybody does
It's so weird
to be back here.
The Shrieking Shack again
The years go on
and
We're still fighting it, we're still fighting it
You'll try
and try and one day you'll find
A way to stop it all
Good
morning, son
And again
Good morning, son
Yet again
Good morning, son
The Shrieking Shack
Good morning, son
Wake up there with my son
Good
morning, son
I am a wolf
It was pain
Sunny days and rain
I
knew you'd feel the same things
Nobody knows
It hurts to
transform
And nobody else does
It's so weird to be back
here.
The Shrieking Shack again
The years go on and
We're
still fighting it, we're still fighting it
Oh, we're still
fighting it, we're still fighting it
And you're so much like
me
I'm sorry