Shimmer in the Shadows

Twisted branches round the edge,
White brim ribbon on the ledge.
The lid flips open like a rolling wave,
My treasures are kept within this never-ending cave.

Plain, but beautiful,
In a secret way.
That people know,
But do not say.

Colours like emerald green,
Along every tiny little seam.
Beige and lily-white,
Creating such a delight.

Family heirloom,
All the way from the war.
Handed down by great grandmother,
For us to adore.