When I Met, and Almost Lost, Mother Teresa
Estimated Reading Time: 7 minutesI never anticipated meeting Mother Teresa. The gift she gave me was something no one can ever take away.
I never anticipated meeting Mother Teresa. The gift she gave me was something no one can ever take away.
The calendar turns to another day.
Fall sets in in the Western Hemisphere
telling me where and when I am.
My brain obediently responds,
yet my essence is tugged by the magnet of memory.
Genes tussle with mind
over
where I am
where I was
where I should be
where I cannot be.
Wavering temperatures, timidly-coppering leaves, are the here and now.
Monsoon relief and the onset of the festival season are the there and then.