August 16, 2012

Two to

Twin cousins J&B visiting H&H























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 the 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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