My Beloved Ancient Stamps

My stamps are as round as a boab tree.
They look like they’re good at singing,
they are colourful and entertaining.
They were watching me last night.

My stamps are not made of silk,
do not mistake them for cups of milk.
They are really old;
They look like they’re made of pure gold.
The person who gave them to me is my mother.
I am always with her
stamp, stamp, stamping,
that’s what many stamps do.
They have been given to me with love,
they do not wear a single glove.
My stamps are ancient rocks
six, special, solid stamps
three of them are as blue as the ocean.