Good= (good*bad)= good2 + bad

Sorry for that unattractive title, have just come from Maths class and it's all I can think about.
Okay, now I am not so good at poetry so this is the first few poems I've written on my blog.
It's actually about my maid, she has been a helper in our house and deserves this. So, here goes...

She will come by our house at seven,
it seems she has dropped from heaven.
Her main concern now ain't money,
but she's wants us to be funny.

That smile on her face,
doesn't depict the miles she's walked to come to our place.
She is a form of god who lives in poverty,
but it seems like she has no lethargy.

As I stare at her face,
which apart from ever thing still has some grace,
She will go to the kitchen and start scrubbing the nickel utensils,
then from nickel she will scrub the other types and after that see if the fruits are ripe.

Yes, she lacks education,
which makes her not have a good occupation.
But, the greatness I see in her ain't the greatness I see in me.

Her childhood was deprived of fun,
then she had three sons.
Now she is is about fifty-three
with grandchildren also equalling up to three.

If you'll she her you'll she a women a women
with cracked and swollen heals wearing a faded sari.
She is also short and stout and has not much to flaunt about,
but her goodness is up and about.
The greatness you see in her just ain't the greatness in me.


( Picture taken from the net, does not belong to me.)