Little Lily Lost in Leisure

Little lily lost in leisure

Trying to trace her long lost treasure

Where to find and where to not

But ended up finding what she should not.

Under the table, inside the kitchen

Spared rooms, old woolen-mittens

Ravaged her clothes and only she could find

Her dead friend daisy's photo that still shine.

She cried a bit thinking of her

And again started searching for her lost treasure.

She looked under her bed, and the hall as well

But ended up finding a old worn out bell. 

Then she remembered it was her little dog 

who once got eaten by the winter fog. 

She ringed the bell but he never came back

She kept ringing but nothing changed that. 

She cried a little more again stood up

What to do? She was adamant to give up. 

Every nooks and corners of her house stood silent in fear

Who knows what lily end up finding there! 

She looked, she peeped, she called out loud

Oh! My treasure are you nowhere to be found? 

Just then she thought to search the basement

And ran down there through the wooden pavements... 

The basement was dark, gloomy and deep

But her fear didn't shake her a bit. 

She lit up the candle to get a clear vision 

It was filled with stuffs old enough

Her grandpa's shoes, her mother's scarf

That rifle father used, grandma's tarts

she finally saw what she was looking for

The family portrait she always treasured for

She hugged it to her chest and murmured in the dark

If it was not the war, you all could have come back.