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