We Gained Saint, Lost Mother

Saints seem to shine from far off sphere, Canonized they get a halo. Teresa, ere a dear mother, Now hallowed, shines— pink to yellow, From unknown spheres, not Earth below. And if one gets in mind nigh clear, Never from false fame to wallow, So humble, mothers have no peer, Nor yet from a pedestal glow, One, we always from close by know. __________________________________ Happenings | 02.09.2016, revised Jan 2024|Quintain Poet’s note: This was how I felt when Mother Teresa was canonized to be called a saint on death. She did all the great things as a mere mortal, not as heaven-bound saint, and that I think is a miracle.