It Wasn't the Way…
It wasn't the way she smiled,
Her face alight with love.
Eyes dancing, hair shining,
A golden halo in the light.
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It wasn't the way she cooed,
Little finger wagging,
Feeding the slimy creature lettuce,
Like only a mother would.
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It wasn't the way she held it,
Gentle arms rocking its body,
Her soft voice saying, 'bless you,'
The Flobberworm sneezing gloop.
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It wasn't the way she sat there,
Knees tucked under her body,
The way she ignored everyone,
Not caring if they stared.
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It wasn't even the way she sung to it,
A mix of sounds and words,
No one could comprehend,
Yet a tune that must be heard.
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It was the way she was everything,
Yet was told she was nothing.
The way she cared, loved, lived,
That sent Colin's heart soaring.
A/N: I don't understand poetry, nor can I write it (and I'm not simply being modest when I say this, even ask my former teachers lol). However, I have written this for the QLFC's Daily Prophet poetry competition, because the more entries we have, the better the chance :) Thank you to Ari (Arianna Waters) for looking at this for me!
Falmouth Falcons, Beater 1, Care of Magical Creatures.
I do hope you find it bearable, and any and all suggestions as to how to improve it before I enter are most welcome Xx