17th Dec Prompt from Book girl fan: Lestrade's Christmas Eve
Lestrade's Christmas Eve
Lestrade takes out
His watch again;
Now it's almost
Half past eight.
He should have left
At half past four;
Life conspired
To make him late.
Villains have no
Great respect
For festive cheer
On Christmas Eve.
One more case
To note and file,
Before he has
The chance to leave.
He'd hoped to see
His own dear children;
Read to them,
Tucked up in bed.
Now he'll only
Get the chance
To see them
Fast asleep instead.
His wife would help them
Hang each stocking,
Gaily stitched
With owner's name.
Arriving home
Once all was sorted
Really would not
Be the same.
~0~
But...
Looking round
The busy station,
Folk in chaos
Everywhere.
Those estranged
From those they loved,
Those without
A soul to care.
Those with neither
Friends nor fortune,
Trapped in crime
Or on the street.
No respite
From desperate need;
Insufficient
Food to eat.
He, at least, could
Leave the Yard,
And all this mayhem
Far behind.
Really he should
Count his blessings;
True contentment
Redefined.
~0~
Case now filed,
Lestrade goes home;
He's well aware
What home is worth.
Disappointments
Cast aside;
He's truly found
His peace on Earth.
~0~