Sweet Mother Theresa.......Where Are You, My Old Love! Poem by John Tansey

Sweet Mother Theresa,
In your light cotton, summer dress,
Your olive skin legs,
And leather straps that bind your calfs.
With your Librium, your paint brush
And your two girls,
In a brief fling with the summer breeze...
You give me an excitable kiss.

Your sharp, manic-depressive wit,
Embracing every archetype you have ever known.
You have led a scripted life,
Which failed with every role you were cast.
Like Circe, pining on a Grecian Isle,
For a young lanky Irishman,
Who left you with two babies
So many years ago.
He is the same man you look for now,
In the face of every boyish lover
You have slept with since.
Theresa, the world has gone on without you;