Mother Teresa I heard all your stories
I can only remember your veil and fragile skin.
Pulled and mired by this insecure world
As I watched you on my TV’s screen.
I was only a child then,
Nine or could be eleven or ten.
Mother Teresa we share the same name.
My demure is different than yours.
Somehow the world I live in,
Watch that name represent in my daily life.
People I met they attached the word “mother, ” to my name.
I'm consumed with guilt, and insecure.
Mother Teresa forgive me if I can’t fulfill
The light you had in your hands;
Is like a star, which brightly lit my night.
My only prayer; give me courage.
Let me carry the burden of one or two souls.
Tap my back once or twice,
Tell me if my walking is right.
Mother Teresa I honor that name
The life you had, I’ll represent.
You humbled me, with your love.
It gives way to my dying pride and prejudices,
I have learned from your life.
Is to die to self, and to serve others.
wow what a great poem.. and dedicated to such a humble and courageous woman
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a great woman is worthy of your tribute