Life With Twins
Two to wash and two to dry,
Two to argue and two to cry,
Two to feed and two to kiss,
Two to love and two to miss.
Two to bathe and two to cuddle,
Two to soothe and two to snuggle,
Two to tuck in, two to hug tight,
Angels keep them through the night.
Twins
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.
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