There are two to wash; there are two to dry.
There are two to argue; there are two to cry.
One's in the mud having a ball......
The other holds a crayon,  just look at the wall.
 Some days seem endless...my patience grows thin!
Why was I chosen to be the mother of twins?
The answer comes clear, at the end of each day
As I tuck them in bed, to myself I say
There are two to kiss...there are two to hug
And best of all...there are two to LOVE!!