It profits little to have a child
To raise a child is nothing but trouble
There is no clear end to this Herculean task
One is enough
And at least you know what's to come
One bulge but two babies
Double Trouble! Twin Terror!
People must’ve saw and thought
What a lottery you won!
“They must be your pride and joy,” they say,
“How nice and cute these twins!”
Yet behind that smile lies
A tired body and a burdened soul
As we grew other issues arose
Matching outfits? Or different shoes?
From the largest issues to the smallest details
You have to care for them twice
No older sibling to help look after the other
Crying to speaking in unison
Looks alike but with antithetical personalities
The split is not just cellular
Now we are grown
Looking back it wasn’t perfect
But we can’t be more proud to have such a mother
Who took up the mantle despite the odds
That while we grew older you grew wiser
What kind of gift can match
The gift of life bequeathed on us?
Yet when it’s time to return the favor
We will do so, and repay it in double