Life was created in a woman long gone.
She carried it and after nine months, a girl was born.
She named her Theresa meaning reap or harvest.
She nurtured her and brought her up to be the best.
After the girl’s 14th birthday, the woman passed on.


Being the eldest Theresa had to grow up overnight.
She was forced to turn into a woman overnight.
She tried fitting into her mum’s big shoes, dint work.
She tried aping how her mum used to behave, dint work.
Relatives turned cold… how was she supposed to raise her sisters?


She met a man and naively gave him her all…
He turned and abused her physically and emotionally.
She kept hoping her marriage would work, it got worse.
Her sisters came to her rescue but she insisted on staying.
Where do you expect me to go?


I don’t plan on…

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