Theresa Ann, my second child,
Used to be meek, used to be mild;
Now her strength surpasses all,
Her heart, it took a terrible fall.

She has a heart of pure gold,
When caring for the young and old;
But, over her, do not try to rule,
She's my daughter and she's no fool.

Theresa's heart is filled with joy,
When she thinks of her girl and boy;
They are growing oh so fast,
She realizes childhood never lasts.

Good books she still likes to read,
She seldom lives at full speed;
She's learned how precious is our day,
So she lives life in her own way.

Theresa is my daughter for sure,
But now, my friend since she's mature;
I love spending time in chatter,
The subject doesn't really matter.

I'm proud of Theresa and how she's grown,
In looking back, rough times she's known;
But in life she has succeeded,
And given all just what they needed.

©Sandra S. Oidtman - 2010