My Little Twins

There's two to wash, there's two to dry.
There's two who laugh, there's two who cry.
One's playing with trains, having a ball.
The other holds a crayon, he's an artist, after all.
Some days I'm still amazed that I'm a Mother of Twins.
And at the end of each day, as I tuck them in bed.
There's two to kiss, there's two to hug.
And best of all, There's two to love!!