A Father’s Love

I wrote a poem for Mother’s Day, so it seems only right that I should do one for Father’s Day as well. For this one, I decided to use the image of Harry’s stag patronus.

Silver light burning bright
Casting off the cloak of night
Chased by haunting soulless shades
Panic rises, courage fades
But a shield of love surrounds
Him and again his hope is found
The one who stood to keep him safe
And looked evil in the face
Whose dying screams are echoing
In thoughts these demons’ visions bring
Will stand and guard him once again
And keep him safe from deep within
His father’s love was never gone
But lives inside him, makes him strong
And charges forth in silver light
As his protector through the night

A Mother’s Love

It’s almost a no-brainer to write a special Mother’s Day post for my Harry Potter blog. After all, motherly love is such a central theme of the series. But on the other hand, it’s also a lot harder than I expected. What, exactly, is there to talk about that hasn’t been said again and again and again?

So I decided on a poem instead:

A mother’s love that saves his life
And runs within his skin
An evil stopped by sacrifice
That’s how it all begins

A mother’s love that lingers on
And shields him from harm
Departed, but not truly gone
She lives within his heart

A mother’s love transcends the grave
And leaves a lasting mark
A touch that burns, a love that saves
A candle in the dark

No wealth or bloodline matters more
Than hearts that overflow
With love, and homes with open doors
A welcome place to grow

A mother here and one who guards
Him from beyond the veil
A mother’s love, a lasting scar
A task he cannot fail

A mother’s love to guide him home
On her he can depend
Beside him in his hardest moment
‘til the very end

A darkness lifted by the light
Of love in spite of strife
Of courage, hope, and sacrifice
A precious gift of life

The Choice: a Poem about the Battle of Hogwarts

Is he dead? Is he alive?
A question asked aloud, another whispered
A truthful answer and a lie
A curse that can’t quite take hold of its victim
Then they celebrate what they believe to be
Their victory

The boy who lived, the boy who died
No one knows the truth of his sacrifice
But his heart beats on as he lies
In the arms of the man who brought him home as a child

What will you do now that all hope is gone?
Will you give up the fight you’ve fought for so long?
Or will you stand where Harry stood
And fight for what is right and good
Will you stand strong?

He was the chosen one, but we all have a choice
Do we choose what is easy and give up the fight
Or stand up and do what is right?

A hero never truly dies
Even if his heartbeat fades
Death cannot erase
The things he fought for in his time

So stand and fight, defend the school
Defend all that it stands for
The boy who lived is by our side
And what he died for cannot die

He throws off his cloak and shows himself
And his heart beats on and on
He shouts his spell and waves his wand
And so the war is won
He is the chosen one

But it was those who stood strong
And chose right over easy or wrong
And lent their skills, their hearts, their voice
Who set the stage and paved the way
For the boy who lived to save the day
He is the chosen one
But we all have a choice