Mum
Summary: A mother is one of the most important figure in a person's life. Harry reflects on what his mother could have been like. Poem.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. This is another 'little Harry' fic. Harry's 7.
This story has been edited on the 26th March 2008 because my usual four-dash scene divider no longer works.
Mum, were you a dancer?
Keen to strike a pose.
Or were you like some other girls
And all you talked about was clothes.
Mum, what's your favourite colour?
Was it purple, pink or blue.
Red's my favourite colour mum
It might have been yours too.
Mum, did you like school?
Top of every class.
Or did you count the hours by
Hoping it would pass.
Mum, what did you look like?
There's no photo in the house
Were you loud and always smiling
Or as quiet as a mouse
Mum, maybe I am like you?
With what I do and see
I hope you're really pleased up there
With what I've come to be
Mum, Aunt Petunia hates you
But she won't tell me why
She looks at me through narrowed eyes
So I no longer try.
Mum, why did you leave me?
It makes me really sad
I'm thought to be the freak boy
Strangers told that I am bad
Mum, did you love me?
Because I know that I love you mum
Know my name is Harry
And that I'm your only son.
Had this idea for a while, actually started writing it around Christmas time, but I wasn't near a computer and started making it up when the lights were out and I couldn't sleep. Only 3 verses (first two and the last one) got remembered long enough for me to write them down!