by Indu Sastri

Created on: April 03, 2009

Gentle touch

Her skin is wrinkly and old

her life, a tale, already told

Her demeanor calm and composed

A healing human amidst our fold

Her back is bent with age

but strengthened by her resolve

She carries that lone gift, for all,

spreading love is her call.

No boundaries to her giving

no restraints to her care

Each and every embrace

for one and all, everywhere.

She takes into her stride,

all the ills of downtrodden life.

Trying to end the world's strife,

one person, one group at a time.

Encouraging all to partake in her

endless pools of selflessness.

She heals ailing minds and hearts

with her warm and gentle touch.

(This poem is in reference to the one and only, wonderful, Mother Teresa!)

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