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.
So.very.blessed.
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Beth says
Who is the author of the poem…I received it as gift when I was expecting my twins in 2000