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.
