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In this poem I pay homage to an Irish nun who dedicated her whole life for the poor.I had the chance to meet her as she lived in our school premises, we were blessed for that.

Submitted: January 10, 2012

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Submitted: January 10, 2012



From a very young age

I had visited her many times

Her room,near the chapel of my school

Where she constantly lay on the white linen.

Her illness unknown to me at that age

Her importance I knew not,

But her everlasting smile haunts me still

And gives strength to me,whenever I fall.


She was an Irish nun, I knew later

Who served God among the poor

She became frail and weak

By the course of time,oh dear.

So she she laid on her back forever after that ,

But she was fearless

No disease could weaken her inner strength

She smiled a sweet smile everytime we met.


Today when I sit and think back

And look into my memory site

I remember her pure and serene look

As she has become a goddess in my eyes.
















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