Twin Tuesday

 

There are two to wash; there are two to dry,

there are two who argue, there are two who cry.

One's in the mud having a ball,

the other holds a crayon, another marked wall.

Some days seem endless and 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 are two to kiss, there are two to hug,

And best of all, there are two to love.

-Author Unknown

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