The Shell: A Mothers' Day Poem

What is the shell?
It is a home.
A place to dwell,
A place to live, and to live well.

What is the shell?
It is protection.
Against the storm,
And when it‘s cold, to keep us warm.

What is the shell?
It is a jewel.
Its beauty shines,
The Sun it reflects, ‘round curvèd lines.

What is the shell?
It is a bard.
It tells its story,
Listen: it whispers, tells of its glory.

What is the shell?
It is like mum.

Her beauty shines, she gives protection,
The stories she tells are home’s reflection.

What is a mum? What is a shell?
Of both, you see, no tongue can tell.

This poem, then, is but a start,
More lies within, within the heart.