My Girl Tess
Theresa
or Tessie, you may call her either;
But likely as not, she'll answer to neither;
She's quick to argue or pick a fight,
She's up and prowling all through the night.
She likes a good book that she can read,
She'll duck a job with all good speed;
But Tess is my girl with her bad and her good,
And I wouldn't change her if I could.
| Theresa
is my second daughter. She is a very special woman. As a teenager, this
poem fit her completely; but, now that she is a grown woman, she is very
different. Tessie always loved the elderly and that has not changed. She
works in a nursing home and has for many years. She balances a career
with two children. She recently lost her husband to cancer and has become
a young widow. She has many challenges ahead but Tess is tough. She will
do just fine. |
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