Cute twins poem

This poem was read in the meeting I went to the other night for the Salt Lake Mothers of Twins Club. I thought it was soo cute and it made me teary eyed! As if that's hard! Anyway, here it is...

TWINS

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
marking the 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 say:

There's two to kiss,
There's two to hug,
And best of all,
There's two to love.

Have a great Friday everyone!