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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.
