Old Miss Valerie, years gone by was once a benign lass
Sprinkled dust of shimmering joy o'er kids in her class
Oh blue-eyed kids believed her to be a moonlit fairy
Her honeyed ritual of "Good morning" melody oh so merry
A kid joined the premises one day, his dad had died
Seen off by his detached step mom, smiled teary-eyed
He didn't utter words drowning in his lonely muse
Until Miss Valerie's motherly love healed his bruise
He floated in stories of laughter with dimpled smiles
Drenched in pearls of tranquil solace spread over miles
On Sundays he relished a strawberry cake with a letter
Believed step mom's love, cocooned in a knitted sweater
Silver grace of Almighty showered upon him for years
Until the truth one day drizzled his sweater with tears
Oh Miss Valerie! God's kind angel in disguise of love
Lonely and old waiting to be blessed by him from above
Her rosy kindness to that lonely kid couldn't be repaid
His vow to be kind to others, joyous her last days made
In her aged years God sent her a son's love in showers
Old Miss Valerie at peace now, her grave adorned by his flowers
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