The Treasure Two halves of one whole, Together forever. One bittersweet day, They lost their treasure. One solemn face As together they stared, Silent as death, For they knew she really cared. Seeing her there In an open brown box Told them harshly, "Your mom's gone, you're lost!" Hands upon shoulders, A loving gesture. Their aunt was always there, A comforting shelter. Sadly they turned To bid their farewells To a mother who cared for And taught them well. Late at night they felt a presence. Could it be their mother? Or was it just their guardian angel, Letting them know they still had each other?