Say Nothing
You've had a rough day, a rough week,
and the monsters are only piling
beneath your bed;
Food sticks in your throat and
you hurl at the thought of Quidditch,
So all you do is pull Lily on to your lap
Say nothing when her eyes
widen in surprise
at your rare silence
And thank your lucky stars
Not for falling in love with Lily
But because Lily fell in love with you, too,
As she gently kisses your sorrows away.
Entered in Remi's 100 Prompts Challenge on The Poetry Craze forum, prompt #78: lap
The Freeverse Frenzie Competition, entry #6