Monday, June 28, 2010

My Snoozing Sweathearts

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, marking 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 each day, As I tuck them in bed and to myself say, There's two to kiss, there's two to hug, And best of all, there's two to love! -Author Unknown

1 comment:

Machelle said...

LOVE it and oh so true!