A/N: Written for the Monthly Het-Tastic Drabble-athlon, James/Lily, #068 – home.
A Larger Poetry Collection
130. Home Sweet Home
She could have kissed him for his pick.
It was perfect;
every inch of it was perfect crafted,
perfectly made.
There was a garden that could swallow her hole
and a field that could swallow him
and a quaint little cottage that could embrace them
forever more.
She could imagine a family here: a little boy running around
and maybe more as well, little children laughing
and stumbling on little vines
with him chasing after them
and her watching on
as the roses grew wild and fought with more magical plants
who preened themselves…
And it made such an amusing image that she couldn't help
but laugh herself at its thought;
It was just so utterly perfect for the both of them
that she couldn't ask for more.