A trembling hand with mighty strength,
A wrinkled smile with endless love
with a vision of change, she worked selflessly
with a heart of pity that was never enough
Healed their hearts and bleeding wounds
selflessly cared, never left them un-groomed
Poverty her asses-t, the unwanted her goal
she reached out to them, healing their soul
Soothing a baby, she held her close
for a child is priceless, the worth no one knows
No caste no creed no barrier to her
unconditional was her deed, every human so dear
she looked upon the unwanted with arms apart
she clothed them with hope and a warmth filled heart
To be mothers she welcomed and gave them bread
she never wished to leave their un-born unfed
Her touch so tender, her speech divine,
Shes a version of love as I define
'Mother' I call her, 'blessed' her name
Teresa to the world, works of love her aim.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Her touch so tender! ! Nice work.