Little Lily

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, and mittens Ravaged her clothes and only she could find Her dead friend Daisy's photo, that still shines. She cried a bit thinking of her Then again the searching spree took over. She looked under her bed and the hall as well But ended up finding an old worn-out bell. Then she remembered it was her little dog Who once got eaten by the winter fog. She rang 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 corner of her house stood silent in fear Who knows what lily end up finding there! She looked, she peeped, and 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 things, 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...