A Version Of Love

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 asset, they 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 unborn unfed.

Her touch so tender, her speech divine,

She’s a version of love as I define.

"Mother" I call her, "blessed" her name,

Teresa to the world, works of love her aim.

With love to Mother Teresa