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A/N — This is the free verse poem written for Round 2 of the Poetry Slam at The Golden Snitch. The prompt was to write a 2- 8 verse poem about a mother in the HP universe. I chose Tonks.


I Never Meant to Leave

Breath of flickering silver:

It's a singular plea into the void

and, more dangerously, a call of hope.

.o.

Mother, is it too late to ask

you to watch over him?

.o.

Time severs what was and is to be —

ending one path

and changing the other forever.

.o.

I am so sorry, my sweet child.

I may have left for war,

but I had always meant to return home.

.o.

You know, they say you're like me

and I know your daddy agrees with them

(your electric blue hair only bolsters their beliefs)

.o.

But I hope you're not.

.o.

I hope you're better than me.

.o.

I hope you're more than I ever could be.