Some people use my name for a girl. I'm shiny and flat but round like a pearl. If you don't have even me, then you're very poor, yet some think me useless and make me no more.

I split, I rend, I cannot mend, but only do so when brought together again. A pair I am, I cannot be one but what you give me will be hewn when done.

my father's father stands up tall, my mother's face hangs on the wall my cousins specialize in screens but i use my hands to earn my means

I follow you always, yet I never speak. I shrink in the morning, and grow when the day leaks. I mimic your stance, yet never complain. Who am I, that dances in sun and hides in the rain?

In the cupboards I'm found, my patterns are sure to charm her. I'm stepped on the ground, or on a charming knight's armor.