A/N: Written for the Monthly Het-Tastic Drabble-athlon, Remus/Tonks, #067 – watching.
A Larger Poetry Collection
129. Teddy-Watching
Even when they were dead and gone they could watch
their beautiful son grow up
in a happy world, a world they'd helped build up
and with people whose lives they'd helped shape.
Words could never express the love and gratitude they felt
to all those people down there: their son most of all
growing, smiling, knowing what his parents had sacrificed
and hating none of it at all.
Even if they hadn't been the ones to raise him
they could be proud, and they were,
tears streaming down their cheeks as they watched
him together, arm in arm
from the window, watching him grow up, learn to speak and walk
and grow into a blossoming young adult in a fresh new world.
They did wish they could have shared it with him as well,
that they could tell their son themselves, but just being able to watch their son together
was enough.