mother teresa

where's the candle in the wind?

finally a sight of weary plough; not a princess or a star

our mother made us realise the vehicle that we are

crucified to duty wheel her revolution led

to others doing needed acts precisely in her stead

no she's not a pin-up girl enticing near and far

men live for their lovers; baby can I drive your car?

her shoes too worn for us to wear, we gawked from directors' chairs

annointing..... but as she is no more

we wash away her cares