The Teacup

He brought it back from France After the second world war It just sits there on the shelf She doesn't use it anymore Covered in yellow flowers From it's handle to its rim White from top to bottom With a gold metalic trim She guards it with her life Since her husband passed away The beginning of an heirloom She'll give her son someday An ordinary teacup Is what other people see But to her it's so much more It's her husband's memory Cherished for a lifetime It's given her years of pleasure This ordinary teacup Is truly her hidden treasure