My Shell

I have a lovely shell,
that sits upon my drawers.
On the outside it isn’t special
But when you look inside the shell
you see its fascinating beauty.
It has no consistent colour,
Polished by the sea,
But just like all its looks, it is full with memories.
On the outside it is just a shell,
the opening of its chest of memories and you’ll see what I see.
It holds the sands and the sea,
It reminds me of New Zealand,
Where I found it long ago