Ms. Down-to-Earth's Blog – March 2012 Archive (1)

Poem on Twins

Two faces to wash, and four dirty hands

Two insisent voices, making demands

Twice as much crying, when things go wrong

The four eyes closing, with each slumber song

Twice the garments, blowing out on the line

Two cherubs in the pram,soaking up sunshine

Work I do for twins, naturally comes double

But four arms that hug me, repay all my trouble.

*I don't know the author of this poem, I just read it in the newsletter of the multiple birth society that I belong…


Added by Ms. Down-to-Earth on March 27, 2012 at 8:52am — 1 Comment

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