Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and unless we are suddenly thrown into an alternate reality, I never will.
Summery: A poem on Lily's thoughts as she watches over her son.
It is the ultimate expression of love,
A bond that can never be broken.
Some call it a gift from above,
As a new seed of life is awoken.
Life slumbers beneath your heart,
And in a women's secret way of feeling,
You are increased by one more part,
That sends all your senses reeling.
The aches and waddling tread,
All seem rather mild,
As you lie, exhausted, on the bed,
And behold your newborn child.
I know that Voldemort is coming,
I know he is after my son.
But even as we go into hiding,
I know our fight will be won.
A mother's love for her child,
A sacred and unbreakable bond.
Against all evil forces, reviled,
Will protect forever and beyond.
I will not stand at his side as he lives,
But will watch, unseen, from above,
Behold the joy and happiness he gives,
And know that he dwells in my love.
I will watch his hardships and sorrows,
I will watch as he rises and falls.
I will watch over him in danger,
Invisible behind hidden walls.
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A/N - Come on, take three seconds out of your lives to tell me what you think.
