Twins

Listen, my friends and you will surely know
how parents survive with twins on the grow.

Day of leisure is now just a pleasant memory
when our double joy was born to us, you see!

One needs changing and the other to be fed;
the laundry to be done while they're in bed.

And a trip of any kind is a tale of it's own,
just getting them ready so we can be gone,.

Or do you remember when romance was once there?
Well, if I'm not too tired, tonight I might dare.

The grim I've told you, but please hear the other,
for such a wonder it is being a twin's Mother.

For along with the double trouble, it does so appear
comes plenty of double loving from those so dear.

And if people ask you, "how do you ever cope?"
Answer, "God sent a blessing and lots of hope."

You are You

You Are You, and I Am Me
You are you, and I am me,
and that's how it was meant to be.
Sometimes we play. Sometimes we fight.
Sometimes you're wrong. Sometimes you're right.
We hug, we read, we play our games.
Sometimes we do thing just the same.
But you are you, and I am me.
Sometimes we do things differently.
Sometimes you go. Sometimes I stay.
I miss you when you go away.
Sometimes we're rough. Sometimes we're mild.
Sometimes we like to drive mom wild.
But you are sweet, and I am kind,
and, more than not, we like to mind.
Cause you are you, and I am me,
and we are more than just a "WE."
You eat your peas. I turn away.
You like to steal things from my tray.
You like to swim. I like to run.
We like to pray when day is done.
We like to talk into the night
and stay awake without a light.
Cause you are you, and I am me,
and that's how it was meant to be.

Anita F. Bott.

Twin Song

God gave me a child you see,
A child to call me mother,
But before I knew my child was born,
God gave me another.

I was proud to know that , I
was soon to be a mother,
but before I heard my baby cry,
God gave me another.

Now I have two to sing to, two to cling to,
two to have each other.
And two to give for two to live for ,
And twins to call me mother.

I have watched with pride you see,
the twins grow with each other,
and I am proud to be, so proud you see,
proud to be their mother.

Now I have two to sing to, two to cling to,
two to have each other.
And two to give for, two to live for ,
And twins to call me mother.

Your Twins

The heavens were excited -
(statistics were just right)
"Gather 'round," the wisest angel said,
"God's designing twins tonight."
It's quite a marvellous process,
As anybody knows -
Two separate souls begin their lives,
As His love just overflows.
Perhaps he'll make them just alike,
Or as different as can be,
But that's the way He wants it -
He's planned it that way you see.
He must then find a loving Mom,
A very special Dad -
For twins take special parents,
And the best just must be had