Twins

I don't normally like to post two things in one day, but I saw this tonight and thought it was too cute not to share.

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 was I chosen 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, there's two to love.