Mother of Twins Prayer



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 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,
Thank You, God, for two to love.


When Chaos is thick and I feel so frustrated, I will think of this poem, look in their sweet faces and know that I am blessed.







  1. […] Two years ago today, two daughters came into my life, to add to our family of three. The Twins’ birth marked a whole new chapter in my life, chaos had begun. I dived into the role of M.O.M with little sleep but with more love in my heart. Two years ago today I was blessed. […]

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