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In a humble little cottage, with a garden of her own,
Lived an old colored maid, whose warmth and love were known.
Her skin was dark, her hair was gray, but her heart was pure and bright,
Her laughter filled the air, like a beacon in the night.
With wisdom gained from years gone by, she shared her stories wise,
Her gentle words like honey, brought comfort to our cries.
Her hands were skilled, her heart was kind, she cared for young and old,
Her spirit shone so brightly, like a treasure made of gold.
She'd cook a feast of soulful food, with flavors rich and deep,
Her recipes passed down, a legacy to keep.
Her songs were filled with soulful hymns, her voice a soothing balm,
Her faith in God unwavering, a source of constant calm.
She faced life's challenges with grace, her spirit unafraid,
Her resilience and strength, an inspiration never fade.
Her presence brought a sense of peace, a love that touched the soul,
Her wisdom, grace, and beauty, a treasure to behold.
So let us honor and cherish, the memory of this maid,
Whose love and wisdom blessed us, and never shall fade.
For in her simple presence, we found a love so true,
The beloved old colored maid, whose spirit still shines through.