Miss Mae

Miss Mae may not have been,
 a famous writer with ink nor pen.
But enjoyed to crochet and paint,
 and mastered the art of motherhood
 and that of quiet saint.

She reared eight children with humble means
 and loving gentle touch.
Each child she taught the golden rule,
 right from wrong and for that they owe her much.

Miss Mae stood regal and tall
 and walked with grace above the fray.
She always greeted others with kind words,
 any others she would not say.

On Sunday morning you would find her 
 quietly in pew with Bible and smile in tow.
She showed her love of Christ and the
 faithful walk and path for all to go.

So when Miss Mae left this world,
 as quietly as she came.
There were no grand farewells reserved
 for those of wealth and fame.

There will be no statues or monuments
 built in peaceful parks.
But the monument her life has built
 is deep within our hearts.

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