Dedicated to those who have lost loved ones.

A Mother's Lament

A mother stands by her son's graveside

While the rain continues to pour,

Matching her mood perfectly.

Although the war has been won,

She felt like she lost.

For no parent should outlive their child.

Memories flash before her eyes,

Of days long ago,

Filled with laughter, love

Quidditch and pranks.

For no longer would she be able

To yell at him for his childish antics

Or hear him crack a joke.

Nor would she ever see his smiling face

Or receive another hug.

The family is now in pieces,

His twin is distraught

As he tries to put his life back together.

But is like a puzzle

Missing a piece,

That would never be found.

The burrow now seems empty,

Even when it's full.

While the table seems incomplete,

With eight settings instead of nine.

For when he died,

He took a part of them all with him.