My Little Lily

As I watched the rain dance
   The lightning was busy
   taking accurate scores about the sounds 
   And the moves of thunder
   The grounds were fed to their taste
   But the earth was still hungry

   This is not the world eating too much
   This is life taking too much 
   I am being generous with my time
   May be I should stop trading with life
   That will be a call
   for funeral

    Don't give my daughter
    Too much sweet potato
    Make her know the sweet taste 
    of bitter leave
    So she will make do 
    with what is given to her
    when there is lack

    Tell her stories about me in uniform
    I am standing on the ground 
    where bullets and bombs are our guest
    If I die to live or I live to die
   Place my pictures on the walls of her room
    so that she won't forget my face
    
     I will never stop smiling 
     Even in the war front
     I didn't forget to drop a note before
     leaving
     Teach her how to read and write
     So she could read it when she's grown
     "To my little Lily, you remain the 
     Smile on my face "
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