I
feel I owe a debt to J.K. Rowling on so many levels in my life and that sounds
so corny, but it is true.
It
was her Harry Potter series that gave me material to practice how to teach
large groups of kids about characters. It was good practice how to adapt into
scripts and construct props too.
It
was her series that I was reading as one of my favorite pets was dying and I
grieved over Dumbledore and my beloved cat that summer, but it gave me a place
to channel that grief.
It
was the bravery of the final book and all its uncertainty in finding a way to
finish what had to be done and in that year I finished a particular job era. The
what nexts of the next few years, I re-read that final book every year till I
found a place to land in my life. I think I read it five years straight.
And
then this summer, I was frustrated with my son, who began reading at a super early
age, had given up on reading all fiction books he said. Right after he turned
eleven I got him to start listening to me read the Harry Potter books because
Harry in that first book turned eleven. He got hooked and never turned back!
It
has been ten months to read all of them out loud, but I’ve loved every minute
of it! What an actor work out! I wouldn’t trade that time for anything! We
finished the last movie tonight also.
Hence
the poetry mostly about Harry tonight and one I wrote earlier in the day thinking
about the days ahead of me. I’ll try to take on some of that Harry bravery that
I just spoke about.
Harry Haikus
Hogwarts
Express
Train
ride find friends
Crunching
candy to brave end
Blasts
their wizard world
Feral
Car Found
Muggle
no magic
Flies
till untimely crashes
Wild
thing rescues boys
Love
Protects
Love
disintegrates
Those
who are Dark Arts harmed
Hagrid’s
Pets
Hagrid
holds creatures
Rare
beauty is charming him
He
shows other sides
Harry
Potter Has Come
Who
is Harry now?
He
is a part of fabric
Sews
us together
Practicing
Magic
Magic
is mercy
Spells
are our powerful words
Love
is the secret
Hogwarts
Acceptance
I
will so miss you
Reading
out loud for two
Curled
up on the couch
Or
on your bed in a pouch
With
a flashlight on
Into
your world
The
wizard flag unfurled
You
would go on and on
About
the tiniest little spawn
Or
creature or phrase
In
that Harry Potter phase
I
will cherish the time we spent
The
books were such a gift
To
get you talking
In
your walking
Or
waking hours
You’d
quiz me about towers
And
wands and curses
And
all the versus
Of
good guys and bad
And
what they did and didn’t have
Or
what they thought
Or
saw or caught
You
wanted to know
What
was in their souls?
Our
discussions were thrilling
As
you were spilling
Out
so much of what you think
Now
it is over and that stinks
I’ll
try to replace these books
With
other characters and hooks
To
dig you out of your stuck place
So
our time together won’t be erased
To
Be or Not
I’m
wearing a sweatshirt today
With
a friendly saying
That
keeps at bay
Those
thoughts from dwelling
Or
welling up feelings
That
cry to be stuffed
For
something tough
The
outer garment
Proclaims
a place
I
find so pleasing
Because
it squeezes
The
good things out of me
Even
when I’m not looking
Tomorrow
we’ll see what’s cooking
From
a test they are giving me
Not
the paper kind
With
books and rhymes
That
I could pass with flying colors
No,
this one is one of the “others”
That
come around the bend
And
smack your behind
Because
you have been unkind
Or
done something way
In
the past you didn’t think
Would
hurt to take that drink
Of
Kool-Aid and now it is too late
It
isn’t open to debate
Your
body needs testing
Because
there is a mess within
And
nothing can change that now
It
isn’t how you thought
You
might be caught
Your
mind won’t stop
Until
tomorrow
Until
then you borrow
What
strength you have
From
a shirt that says you aren’t bad
And
you are glad that such a place exists
And
you sit with it all on your plate
Not
wanting to eat in this state
You
push back from the table
Being
stable today
Is
where you want to be
In
reality, now is the opportunity
To
be all that you can be
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