Title: Pride of Death
Author: Darkforest214
Rating: G
Spoilers: none
Summery: Harry's musings on whether or not his parents are proud of the young man he's become.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything, J.K. Rowling does... I own nothing!
A/N: So I'm on the bus, and we pass the cemetary my
grandfather is burried in and this little poem just fell out of the sky
and smacked me in the face. (Therefore it's being dedicated to him).
So, for the first new poem on here in a lloooong time, here it is,
Pride of Death.
Pride of Death
I know
you're watching over me
But if you
were still here what would you say?
Would you
be proud of me,
Of the
person I've come to be?
Do you
think you would understand,
Everything
that I've gone through?
Did you
ever picture me this way?
What if
you had planned to stay?
Questions
gone unanswered,
You died
when I was young.
And I
can't help but wonder
If you're
proud of who I've become.
A few fond
memories
And your
picture on the wall.
Sometimes
I feel as if I didn't know you at all.
No chance
to grow close,
No chance
to watch me shine.
Left with
questions, the answers unknown
And I
can't help but wonder
If you're
proud of who I've become.