The Day Lily Forgot Me
She got spell books while I did arithmetic.
She waved her wand when I taught myself suffixes.
She flipped her hair as I tried to make mine perfect,
-stole the heart of a sweet, hardworking bloke,
Mine, kidnapped by the man next door.
Lily got herself a child, modest and good.
I got myself a little pig.
Lily got life. Short, glorious, magical life.
And I have a dull, monotonous wait for the end of my days,
when maybe I'll have something to admire in myself, not my sister, who abandoned our horrid, poor life, and forgot to take me.
A/N: Heya, guys! I'm thinking of writing a sort of sequel for my Writing Ronald Weasley, but this sort of just popped into my head. It's 100 words, and rather random – its not supposed to be a poem, more of just… what's it called? A drabble? So yes, here's my drabble. Review, please!