DISCLAIMER: Hmmm. I still don't own Harry Potter. Oh well, nothing I can do about that.
Makes a picnic lunch
Prepares a lovely brunch
Loves getting flowers
Won't ever cower
Doesn't get a lot of rest
She's still the best
She loves to play
Anytime, any day
She won't back down
But she's slightly scared of clowns
Her hugs keep me safe
When I tumble through the gate
She knows the pain
But she keeps playing the game
She's a great friend
When I've been blown through the wind
She knows when something's wring
Just because of a song
She's always been there for me
Who is she?
She's my mom.
When Ginny got done reading her poem to her mother, there were tears shining in Molly's eyes.
"What's wrong?" Ginny asked, slightly alarmed.
"Nothing, darling. I was just remembering when I wrote a poem like that for my mother, the year before she passed away," Molly explained.
Ginny enveloped her mother in a hug. Holding each other tightly, they both realized this was what a mother-daughter relationship was about. It was about being there for each other, providing comfort, cleansing wounds that weren't quite healed yet. It was about having fun, messing around, and just enjoying the time you're spending with each other, because you never know how long you have.
When they both pulled back from the embrace, Ginny looked into her mother's eyes. They had wrinkles around the edges, from years of laughing and some worrying. Molly smoothed a hand over Ginny's fine auburn hair, tucking a few strands behind her left ear.
"I'm glad to have you as a daughter," Molly said.
"You're the best mom a girl could ask for," Ginny uttered, meaning every word.
Author's Note: I would like to wish all the mothers an early Happy Mother Day. You are all amazing. I would like to dedicate this poem to my mom. She inspires me everyday through her hardships and she's just someone who I can't imagine my life without. Reviews are always a pleasure to see ;)