Friday, July 27, 2007

The sleeping angels

Mother of Twins Prayer

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 did God choose me
To be a mother of twins?

The answer comes clear-
At the end of the 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,Thank You, God,
for two to love



Vito and Carlos at one month.