Father, Dearest

As I watch him, I feel overwhelmed;
The hope and the trust, if it just could have held;
One step is uncertain, one breath withheld;
Fear ropes me in, of what I cannot tell.
A squeek is heard, a story untold;
Stepping backwards, into her protective fold;
Mouse brown hair, little grey eyes;
If only she could soar like the fireflies.
He looked up at her and a frown met her soul;
This passionate hate was taking its toll;
Must a child sufer, her hope crushed hard and fast;
Only until she comes in dead last;
He should only know so much, to care at all;
He had never bothered to pick her up after a fall.
Father, Dearest.

This is what I think Tonks' father was like.... maybe