Happy Mother's Day

"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 each 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."