It was in Albania where the spark was lit,
The year,1910 - yes, I think that was it.
At the birth of a baby girl, a glow embarked,
A flick of a candle was caused by a spark.
As the years went by, the spark glowed bright,
Into India, Mother Theresa carried a light,
She shuns on the sick, outcasts and poor,
There were many a traveler that came to her door.
She campaigned for the life of the unborn child,
Offered hope to the hopeless and made life worthwhile,
Throughout the streets of Calcutta, her name was renowned,
She was the queen of Bengal, but love was her crown.
Autumn; the glow went dim, it flicked, went and was gone,
But all that she stood for will extend and go on,
Mother Theresa passed away to a far better place,
Because of her work, she enriched the whole human race.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely piece well written lovely way to remember a great woman