5/12/2006

Because sometimes I ask myself...

"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 the 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.
-Anonymous

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