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
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