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 did God choose me to be the mother of twins?
The answer becomes clear, by the end of the day;
As I tuck them into bed and to myself I say...
There's two to kiss, there's two to hug;
And best of all;
Thank you, God, for two to love.
Your blessing is Two-Fold.