With a shock I remember <br />yesterday’s miracle: The <br />librarian handing me the <br />precious last Harry Potter <br />book - that you took away <br />for safekeeping so I could <br />concentrate – but it’s too <br />late; I’m licking my lips in <br />expectation of the treat; I <br />refuse to be normal again <br />until I’ve spent time with <br />Harry and Professor Snape; <br />this time I won’t spoil it again <br />by starting at the end – I’m <br />wiser now, I’ll start on page <br />one and carry on to the end; <br />this is a raging fever, I cannot <br />contain it, I want to board the <br />runaway train of Potter’s adventures, <br />the magic is luring me on and <br />I must follow; please give me <br />the book; otherwise I shall <br />forsake all my duties until I <br />can feast on Rowling’s inventions; <br />leaving this world to gambol in <br />Hogwarts; and if Harry is dead, <br />I’ll resurrect him in my head!<br /><br />Margaret Alice<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/harry-potter-harry-dead-resurrect-him-in-my-head/
