Mother Teresa and I

Mother Teresa
She is the mother of every poor people, injured people, ordinary people...

Always we remember the great news
'Mother Teresa will get the Nobel Peace Prize.'
It was one of the best moment in our life...

She lived in our city Kolkata (Calcutta) .
She ate our Bengali foods.
She loved us so much...

One day, I was twelve years old
I met  her at Mother House along with my parents.
I looked at her heavenly eyes.
I touched her sacred feet and hands.
I heard her divine speeches.
I love her innocent smile.

I told her only the sentences, 
'You are the mother of the world, 
Mother of my parents.
So you are my grandmother.'

My father hesitated. My mother was silent.

Mother Teresa said to me with smile, 
'GOD BLESS YOU MY SON'

Today my eyes are full of tears
Mother, I miss you. 
I love you so much....


SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA



(Mother Teresa founded the Missionaries of Charity, a Roman Catholic religious congregation, which in 2012 consisted of over 4,500 sisters and is active in 133 countries. They run hospices and homes for people with HIV/AIDS, leprosy and tuberculosis; soup kitchens; dispensaries and mobile clinics; children's and family counselling programmes; orphanages; and schools. Members of the institute must adhere to the vows of chastity, poverty and obedience, and the fourth vow, to give "wholehearted free service to the poorest of the poor".

Mother Teresa was the recipient of numerous honours including the 1979 Nobel Peace Prize. In 2003, she was beatified as "Blessed Teresa of Calcutta". A second miracle credited to her intercession is required before she can be recognised as a saint by the Catholic Church.)
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Lamoureux Avatar
January 26, 2015 at 6:17 PM
What an honor to share humanity with one so adept at loving!
Goswami Avatar
December 6, 2014 at 10:48 AM
All-time best TERESA Poem by Poetry soup Administrator. I am grateful.
Kiser Avatar
December 5, 2014 at 1:02 AM
Very beautiful. I have always followed her work and her wisdom. The day she passed, I was out in my car. Something made me look up at the sky and as the sun was setting, the bright colors seemed to tell her, "goodbye". The clouds just seemed to salute. I remember thinking, how well she deserved her peaceful rest.
Andresen Avatar
November 4, 2014 at 2:40 AM
- So beautifully written .... and a wonderful memory for life Sandip! - So great said "'You are the mother of the world" - She was truly the mother of the world !!! - oxox // Anne-Lise :)
Marcum Wong Avatar
November 2, 2014 at 8:16 PM
I have no doubt that Mother Teresa will one day become a saint, in fact, I already think of her that way. Your poem was inspiring enough to wet my eyes Sandip. Beautifully written with depth of understanding and insight! What a blessing to meet her!#7
Johnson-Saunders Avatar
November 2, 2014 at 3:41 PM
This is beautiful, Sandip! You have penned a lovely tribute. Thank you for sharing your memories and thank you for stopping by my poem today. Love and Blessings, Rhonda
Weeden Avatar
November 2, 2014 at 3:09 PM
This was great! As a Catholic, I've read her biography and pretty much everything else I could find about Mother Teresa. You got to meet her!? This is a great poem about a most amazing person.
Dietrich Avatar
October 31, 2014 at 8:45 PM
wow, this is such a precious memory and a very well written description of your meeting her. I have to fave this one. VERY nice.
Cruz Avatar
October 31, 2014 at 5:56 AM
Great Tribute Sandip. She seems like a lovely woman, that meant alot to alot of people. ty for this poem
Chircop Avatar
October 30, 2014 at 4:56 PM
A wonderful tribute to a special lady who lived to love"!!
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