Twins (Author unknown)
There’s two to wash
There’s two to dry,
There’s two who argue
There’s two who cry.
One’s in the mud
Having a ball
The other holds a crayon
Another marked wall
Some days seem endless
My patience grows thin.
Why was I chosen
To be a Mother of Twins?
The answer comes clear
At the end of each day,
As I tuck them in bed
And to myself I say.
There’s two to kiss
There’s two to hug.
And best of all
There’s two to love.
This is really lovely, and brought a little tear to my eye x