(Poem 238 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

This time around, what struck me most
was how utterly alone Harry was before
finding his family and place at Hogwarts.
A boy of 11 should not have to bear the
cruelty he endured at the hands of his
neglectful relatives in the cupboard under
the stairs at 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging.
Told his whole life he’d amount to nothing
and best make himself scarce, then told
he’s famous, the boy who lived, a magical
miracle admired and marveled at by all,
is enough to warp the mind and heart.
Yet, this little boy is willing to face any
enemy, that others might live without fear.

@Home Studio – 238^th poem of the year (After watching it at Cinemark with Debbie, Celinda, Paula, Jenny, Erica, Jacob, Caleb, Ava, Charlotte, & Lydia on 8/25/24 for Back to Hogwarts Week)

Columbus, Chris, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone. Daniel Radcliffe, Emma Watson, Rupert Grint, Warner Bros., 2001.