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
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